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...

the brick made contact, and then they

Collins left. It's like I had been imbued with Herculean

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

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

their attention. They paused, staring

them aside to pull Deborah behind me, facing down the two men. "The

They

IOU. You're after money, so there should be some proof, right?" My words seemed to snap them back to reality. One quickly went to the

from Deborah, for fifty thousand, unmistakably in

behind me, seemed to

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

their interest rates bleeding people dry. The date on the note was just six months ago, and the interest was nearly more than

interest rate is

I said. Although I

I wasn't about to

it. Feeding their greed would only embolden

written down. She signed it. Not a penny less,"

don't acknowledge 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 my

tried to snatch the phone away, but