There was no help at hand; whatever assistance there might be was too far away.

The blonde guy, Maurice, laughed scornfully with a look of contempt flashing through his eyes. He got hold of Angela by the shoulders and started massaging her impudently.

“Fine, let Mr. Sanderson come. Then he can see for himself how I have my way with you.”

Thunderous laughter rose up from all around them, with everyone looking on in derisive merriment.

Angela felt both angry and worried, but her face remained defiant.

Emmeline, who had remained silent all the while, suddenly seemed to have decided on a course of action.

Raising her head, she gave Maurice an ambiguous look and said, “You’d better go now. Otherwise, you may not live to see another day.”

“What did you say?”

Maurice gazed at her in incredulity and dismissed her words as the most hilarious joke that he had ever heard.

“Are you right in the brain?”

Maurice snorted disdainfully and drew Angela into his arms while the others attempted to do likewise with Emmeline.

“Let me go!”

Emmeline panicked and suddenly yelled at the top of her voice, “Jonathan, come and save me!”

Earlier on, she had stumbled upon Jonathan when she was taking some photographs but had intentionally kept her distance from him then. She had been avoiding him all the while and hence, had refused to come to Durbaine with him.

However, she could not be bothered with all that now.

Hearing Emmeline’s screams, Maurice smirked. “Shout all you want. The louder you shout, the more exhilarated I am. Let me tell you, b**ch, no one can stop me today; not even Superman.”

He had barely finished speaking when a large hand from behind him grasped him by the throat. Like the chick in the clutch of a swooping eagle, Maurice was lifted with his feet dangling in the air.

you to death.” Logan’s deep, sinister voice boomed

the grip around his neck, Maurice’s

shouted, “What are you

brought to their senses and moved into

they have any idea

through blood baths and massacres. These few ruffians were nothing but tiny little ants in his eyes,

eye, Maurice’s flunkeys were sprawled on the ground, all unable to get up. Some suffered dislocations, while

should I do with these punks? Shall I finish them off?”

“D-Don’t kill me.”

death, the thugs

ordinary people. Faced with the real tough guy, it was to their credit that they did not pee in their

eyesore,” said Jonathan

he did not want to spill

a kick, and the

to look

okay?” Jonathan asked

her

careful when traveling on your own, or you’ll be at the mercy of unscrupulous

but to the girls, he seemed

was proud and arrogant by nature, and the

pouted her lips and muttered, “Tsk, what’s a few punks? If Mr. Sanderson were here, they would have been on

into a laugh. “Why don’t I get them back and wait for

then

quietly changed the subject by saying, “I heard that there’s a famous

“Let’s go!”

not intended to be too close to them, but this was, after all, Durbaine. Should anything unexpected happen to Emmeline, he would have to face the music

they arrived

internet influencers, and there were frequently long queues outside the

many people here. We may have to wait till the cows come home,” commented

moment, Angela

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