Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Chapter 469 In Trouble

Carter's gaze fell on Luther. "Do you know him?"

"Yeah, the doctor drove me to the hospital earlier today. But what's he doing at the Finance Academy?"

"He's the largest shareholder of this academy."

I could understand that wealthy people often had their hands in many businesses, but I couldn't shake off a certain unease.

Lowering my voice, I frowned. "Carl, he's an orthopedic doctor who also knows holistic medicine. I wouldn't have known I was pregnant if he hadn't checked my pulse and told me. He knows about the pregnancy." I felt like I was turning into a paranoid wreck-panicking at every little unexpected change.

The timing of this pregnancy couldn't have been worse. While it wasn't entirely unlucky but still fraught with uncertainty and potential danger.

"I'll have Damian look into him, just to be safe."

"Alright."

I couldn't ignore someone I'd encountered twice in one day, so I held Carter back for the moment and refrained from stepping in to help Whitney. Instead, I decided to observe Luther more closely.

The man in black-rimmed glasses blocked Whitney's path just as she was about to leave.

"Starling, don't be so aloof. I want to be friends."

As his hand reached out to grab Whitney's shoulder, a slender, defined hand caught his wrist in midair.

Crack! With an effortless move, the man's wrist was dislocated.

The classroom erupted in gasps and murmurs.

Most people here were finance professionals-sharp and pragmatic. None of them wanted to invite trouble, so instead of intervening, they scattered like scared rabbits. The man with glasses cursed, "D*mn!"

He swung his other fist straight at Luther's face, but Luther sidestepped, raising his knee to drive it hard into the man's stomach.

The man crumpled to the floor, still cursing. "I'm going to sue you and make sure you go to jail!"

The next second, Luther calmly reset the man's dislocated wrist.

Before we could even react, he smiled-a cold, detached glint in his eyes.

"Sure, go ahead."

Then, without warning, he dislocated the wrist again.

his job?

fight, and if the man reported him, his medical license would

likely wouldn't even qualify as minor harm after a medical examination, leaving the courts little to act on. Looking down at the man,

man's eyes. It was obvious he'd underestimated the trouble he'd stumbled

seemed ready to dislocate every bone in his body, only to

up, Luther could keep playing his twisted

his demeanor changing entirely. "Bro, I might've raised my voice earlier. Let's drop this, okay? Please

flick of his wrist, Luther dislocated

uncontrollably, I couldn't help but think-offending a

to Whitney, Luther

nodded frantically, his eyes wide with

his mouth, the man hurriedly apologized to

hadn't

think what

was

classroom full of people, who's to say

secluded corner if as

around?

walk away unscathed when they cross

Damian a subtle signal. Understanding instantly, he slipped out silently to

Luther a cool, detached "thank

anyone bothers

the chairman of this academy. When I founded it, the goal was to help more people understand financial knowledge, but it seems some individuals have ulterior motives. If you ever need anything, feel

that, he handed Whitney a business card, which she accepted

all moved by his heroics. From start to finish, her expression

outside and saw me, her eyes

no longer a secret, she still exercised

Bolton,"

spotted me, his gaze lingered. "What a coincidence,

didn't expect to see you here at the academy instead of

an investor in this school," he replied, his eyes shifting to Carter's leg. "Your leg has

responded with a

"You know each other?"

fact that he can walk now is nothing short of a miracle. I'd love to

Dr. Quigley who treated my throat? He was the one who

a faint, meaningful smile. "Dr. Quigley, huh? No wonder. With skills

relative. We've been asked to look out for her. I came by to check how she was doing at school. I heard you helped my wife today. When do you have time?

necessary. It was a small matter," Luther replied, declining

puzzled as we walked away. If Luther knew