Chapter 285 He Can Protect You Forever
Owen Hale, who was in charge of Seats <b>Cove’s </b>security system, hurried over, rmed, and stopped in front <b>of </b><b>Abraham</b>. “Mr. Abraham,” he greeted.
Abraham kicked him square in the chest. “Didn’t you <b>notice </b>anything strange?”
Owen had been by his side in Falvaria for years, and his skills had always earned Abraham’s trust.
But tonight, he’d let Derrick slip in without a trace.
Even Abel was shocked. He hadn’t expected Derrick <b>to </b>show up in Rivermount, let alone catch thempletely off guard.
Abraham hadn’t held back with <b>that </b>kick. Owen nearly couldn’t get back on his feet.
He opened his mouth to exin, but Abel shot him a sharp look.
Ste had been taken by Derrick. Saying anything now <b>was </b>as good as digging his own grave.
Abraham closed his eyes, dangerously calm. “Why are you still standing here?”
Abel nodded. “On it.”
He left. Owen quickly followed, hoping to make up for his failure.
The fight raged on. The men Derrick brought were all death soldiers, fiercely locking down Seats Cove’s security.
Roughly ten minutester, it finally quieted down.
Abel returned. “Mr. Abraham, it’s done. Derrick’s people were all wiped out. Not one left.”
Without another word. Abraham went after Derrick.
Ste couldn’t stay in that man’s hands. The thought of all those years Derrick had eyed her with twisted desire made something <b>cold </b><b>and </b><b>dangerous </b>sh in Abraham’s eyes.
Ste was woken by the sound of whirring engines. She blinked groggily <b>and </b>realized she was inside a helicopter.
She’d been dumped carelessly on the floor. Derrick sat not far away.
He <b>lounged </b>there like <b>a </b>spoiled prince, one leg crossed over the other<b>, </b>a ss of red wine in hand. A doctor beside him was dressing the wound on his shoulder de.
The <b>stark </b>white bandages were soaked in shocking red,
Seeing Ste awake, the man gave her <b>a </b>wicked grin. “Not bad. <b>You </b>wake up in just half an hour,” he said casually.
Ste winced at the buzzing rotors overhead<b>. </b>Her head ached, but when she turned to look at Derrick, fury slowly filled her
eyes.
“Where are you taking me?” she demanded.
Derrick smirked. “Take a guess, my fiancée”
I’m not your d*mm fiancée!” Ste snapped.
The word “fiancee set her offpletely. The helicopter wasn’t big
Ste <b>scrambled </b>to her feet and charged him in a few quick steps, aiming a kick right at Derrick.
But with her slim arms and legs, she was no match for the bodyguard’s thick muscles.
Derrick watched her thrash helplessly and let out a low <bugh</b><b>. </b>“So Marie <b>took </b>you for a month, and this is all you’ve got to
show for it?”
Ste red but said nothing.
He handed his winess to the doctor, who had just finished wrapping his wound.
Then, taking his time, he slipped on a ck shirt. With his nearly styled hair, he almost looked like the nice boy next door.
But only Ste knew just how rotten he was inside.
Derrick came over and sat beside her. “Or do you think Abraham really values you <b>that </b>much? That he can protect you
forever?”
Ste didn’t answer. She just rolled her eyes at him, <b>hard</b><b>. </b>
He was her curse. Years ago, it was because of his sister that she was forced to leave Abraham. And now, here he was again dragging her away.
Derrick saw the look on her face and smiled even more smugly. “Star, you haven’t grown up after all these years.”
“Don’t call me that with your disgusting mouth,” Ste said with pure disgust.
The Tom family and the Dawson family used to be close. But when her father died, the Tom family had kicked them while they were down.
Ste hadn’t always hated Derrick, but now she couldn’t stand the sight of him.
Derrick <b>stood</b>, crouching next to her again.
Suddenly, the helicopter jolted. Derrick lost his bnce and nearly fell onto her.
Luckily, Ste moved out of the way just in time.
He caught himself with his injured arm and let out a grunt of pain.
“What the hell’s going <b>on</b><b>?</b><b>” </b><b>he </b>snapped coldly,
From the cockpit, the pilot–bodyguard called back, “Mr. Derrick, Mr. <b>Abraham </b>caught up.”
Derrick’s lips curled into a smile as he <b>looked </b>at Ste. “Tell me, isn’t he twisted? Falling for the little girl he raised himself?”
The <b>guard </b><b>had </b>already let go of Ste by then
That word ‘twisted” snapped something in her.
She got up and pped Derrick hard across the face. “What the hell does it matter to you? Mind your own <b>damn </b>business!”
Derrick’s face darkened. He grabbed her delicate <b>wrist</b>. “<b>With </b>wrists this thin,” he said in a low voice. “I bet they break <b>real </b>
easy.”
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