My Baby’s Daddy

The music blared, drowning out her cries for help. At last, she was dragged out through the back door. Filled with fury, Willow fought back. She delivered a strong kick that caught one of the kidnappers off guard.

“Ah!” The kidnapper did not react in time and received a fierce kick. At the same time, she landed a punch on another kidnapper who was not expecting it, delivering a blow to his face. Breaking free from their grasp, she sprinted forward, with the kidnappers giving chase and yelling. “Stop right there!”

As Willow ran through the employee corridor, she noticed it was empty, with no one around to ask for help. The sound of her footsteps rang through the reverberating hallway. Behind her, four kidnappers relentlessly pursued her, their footsteps closing in. She had to find a way to escape their clutches and find help before it was too late.

“Stop running. Stop!” Behind her came the shouts from the kidnappers. Willow’s disbelief was palpable as she realized she had become the target of kidnappers, and what was even more surprising was that they did not appear affiliated with any well-known international organizations. Her father had taught her some self-defense techniques and martial arts since childhood, providing her with valuable skills to handle encounters with ordinary men. Still, they might not be sufficient against highly skilled adversaries.

Since her bodyguards were out of reach, she found herself relying solely on her abilities in this critical moment. It was nighttime, and she was running through an employee corridor. Amid the chaos, she felt like a bewildered cat, desperately searching for any nook or cranny to offer her temporary refuge.

“Don’t escape, stand still!’ The kidnappers relentlessly pursued her, showing they were determined to catch her, even if it meant risking their lives for the ransom. She was gasping for breath. After all, a girl’s body had its limitations, and she was running out of air.

As Willow reached the deck position in that pivotal moment, a surge of despair threatened. to consume her. With nowhere left to hide, she braced herself for the worst. Yet, amidst the dimness, she discerned the silhouette of a man,. a figure that provided a glimmer of hope in the darkness. Though the surroundings obscured his features, she instinctively knew she was not alone.

She ran toward the man but did not clearly see what he was doing. She only saw that he had a gun, pointing it at a man kneeling before him.

before the tall, shadowy figure. His expression was

In a desperate attempt to save himself, he immediately had a cunning thought and purposely shouted, “Spare me! Mr. Wyatt, I won’t do it again. I’ll do anything you

driven by

a

her intention, but her running speed was too fast, creating momentum that forced her to embrace

his muscular waist as she held on to him. At that moment, a piercing gunshot echoed through the air, capturing her attention. A mant rushed toward the

ground. Meanwhile, the man who tried to seize the gun vaulted over the railing and jumped into the sea. As for

his gaze fixed on the sea’s dark depths for a few seconds, and his expression turned inscrutable. Then, with a deliberate turn, his attention shifted toward Willow. The gun

her lips, a mixture of shock and realization. This man not only openly carried a gun but also seemed intent on killing her. Only then did she realize she might have ruined something for him. “I… I’m

with anger. “I… I’m just someone seeking help. I was…” She turned and looked back, only to find that the

force, and her face twisted

you?” She felt this man posed an even greater danger than

emanating a chilling

the threat hanging heavily in the air. “Hey, let go of me! I know I messed up your plan.

I have absolutely no connection to your

herself in midair. Suddenly, gunshots echoed from behind, causing her to scream instinctively