No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 652

"What are you doing?" I barked, startling the group.

Three men turned around, eyeing me from head to toe. One of them, his eyes practically twinkling, exclaimed, "Since when did Goldbridge have such stunners?" "Hey, miss, you here to rent a place? Or maybe you know the woman living here?" another chimed in.

"I believe I asked you first," I retorted coolly.

The guy who was knocking paused, then strolled over with a cheeky smile creeping across his face. "We're on the hunt for beauties, just like you..."

As he spoke, he reached out towards my chin. I turned my face away, and he let out a surprised grunt, "Feisty, I like that in a woman."

He signaled his buddies with a glance, then added, "Today's not been a waste after all."

As they moved towards me, I dodged. In the midst of our scuffle, a familiar voice rang out, "Stop, let her go."

It was Deborah!

She sprinted towards us, wielding a stick like a baseball bat, taking powerful swings at them.

"You're exactly who we've been looking for," the men turned their attention to Deborah.

There was no way I'd let them lay a hand on her. Picking up a brick, I hurled it at them...

contact, and then they turned

vocabulary, not since Ernest Collins left. It's like I had been imbued with Herculean strength, a relentless

kicked out fiercely, catching him by surprise and hitting him square in

and were about to strike. I yelled, "Want money? Don't touch

their attention. They paused, staring

pull Deborah behind me,

note?" They

seemed to snap them back to reality. One quickly went to the guy I had kicked, rummaging through his pockets until he found a piece of paper and

for fifty thousand, unmistakably in her

standing silently behind me, seemed to acknowledge the

the principal. With interest, that's eighty-three thousand," one of the men declared, as if pronouncing a

loan sharks, their interest rates bleeding people dry. The date on the note was just six months ago, and the interest was

interest rate is

I said.

cash, I wasn't about

walk away with it. Feeding their greed would only

interest is written down. She signed it. Not a penny

it. I'll concede to fifty-five thousand at most. If you insist on more, I'm calling the cops right now," I said, reaching for

move, one tried to snatch the phone away,