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    “Just because you’re from the Harper family, do you believe you can do whatever you want without consequences?”


    Feeling Kiera trembling, Louis knew he had to get her out before things got worse. Using one arm to shield her, he pushed forward, carving a narrow path through the mob toward the car.


    Louis had just reached the car door, fingers gripping the handle, when someone suddenly leaped onto the hood, grinning wildly and blocking their path.


    The brief distraction gave another hater an opening—Kiera was shoved hard, her head smashing into a nearby camera.


    Blood spilled immediately, streaking across Kiera’s pale skin like ink on paper.


    Instead of retreating, the haters surged forward with renewed aggression, desperate to capture Louis’s downfall.


    The moment Louis saw the blood running down Kiera’s face, something inside him snapped. With a brutal kick, he sent the closest hater sprawling. “Move!” he shouted, eyes zing. “All of you—get the hell away from us!”


    Without hesitation, Louis swept Kiera into his arms, holding her close as anger twisted his features. “If youy another finger on her, I swear you’ll regret it!”


    For years, Louis had built a reputation as calm under pressure in the entertainment industry. His sharp wit could sting, yet he always concealed his true feelings behind a mask of practiced charm. But today, that mask was gone.


    Just then, Malcolm appeared at the hospital entrance, freezing when he saw the unconscious Kiera cradled in Louis’s arms. “Tell me what happened,” Malcolm demanded, striding over without hesitation.


    “There’s no time. She needs help—now!” Louis yelled, already shifting her toward Malcolm.


    Malcolm didn’t hesitate. Taking Kiera, he nodded once. “I’ll get her inside. You stay here and deal with them.”


    Without another word, Malcolm disappeared into the building, holding Kiera close as he moved with urgent strides.


    Louis turned to face the crowd, his expression dark and chilling. “Not one of you is walking away from this.”


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    Behind him, the bodyguards Malcolm had summoned stepped forward—tall, broad-shouldered, dressed head to toe in ck. Only then did the haters begin to hesitate.


    “What do you think you’re doing in broad daylight?” one of them muttered, his earlier arrogance now reced with unease.


    One of the haters sneered arrogantly, “I’ve already uploaded the video. You’re finished! Say goodbye to your entire career!”


    Louis narrowed his eyes, a dry smirk tugging at his lips. Finished? Was that supposed to scare him? Even if the spotlight dimmed, he still carried the Harper name—and with it, the power and wealth most could only dream of. The real fools were the ones standing before him, thinking they could walk away unscathed.


    Fury shed in Louis’s eyes as he shouted, “Lock them all up. Now!”


    Without hesitation, the bodyguards sprang into action like wolves. Chaos erupted. Most of the haters were caught, but a few managed to disappear in the scramble. Six, however, weren’t so lucky—they ended up pinned to the cold ground.


    Elena and Ellis, having seen the video go viral, dropped everything and raced to the hospital. By the time their car screeched to a halt outside, the worst of the chaos had been cleaned up.


    Louis stood over the girl who had shoved Kiera, his face unreadable, his eyes burning with restrained rage. He mmed his shoe down hard on her hand, twisting it slowly and deliberately, making sure she felt every bit of it.


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