Chapter 222: Chapter 222: Baron Lawrence Saves the Beauty
Translator: 549690339
“Enna, you…” Cherysh Jordan wanted to stop her, but she stopped herself from speaking.
However, Rebecca Jordan immediately shouted loudly, “Sister Enna, don’t come over here, he’s a bad guy.”
“Stay out of it!”
Enna Clark felt warmth in her heart, a smile formed at the corner of her mouth as she stood up and walked towards Brody Smith. She picked up a wine glass and chugged it down. Brody didn’t pick up his glass until after she had finished, then emptied it in one sip. Setting down the glass, he said suggestively, “Ms. Clark is really straightforward. It’s just a pity; good people usually don’t get rewarded.”
“But bad people will definitely go to the eighteenth layer of hell in the future.”
Brody’s face turned a shade of green, and his sinister triangular eyes flickered with malicious intent. He let go of Rebecca’s hand, and shoved her.
“Ah.” Rebecca was caught off guard, almost falling forward.
Fortunately, Enna had quick reflexes and caught her, asking worriedly,
“Rebecca, are you alright?”
Rebecca’s face revealed a clean and innocent smile like that of a daisy. Just as she was about to say she was fine, her eyes widened in horror, and grabbing Enna’s arm, she exclaimed, “Sister Enna!”
Cherysh also looked behind Enna, screaming, “Enna, watch out!”
Watch out for what?
Enna instinctively turned her head, only to see Brody wielding a small knife from the dining table used for cutting steaks, his face twisted in anger as he stabbed towards her abdomen—
“You damn woman! I’ll teach you to meddle!”
The incident happened so fast that she couldn’t dodge it. All she could do was involuntarily widen her eyes and push Rebecca to a safe place.
Just at the critical moment—
A figure even more agile than a cheetah appeared in front of her, and there was a ripping sound as fabric was torn apart.
In the blink of an eye, a long and powerful leg kicked Brody in the stomach.
The 180-pound man flew out like a sack, smashing into the table behind him. Plates and bowls shattered all over his face.
However, the man who kicked him did not seem to be satisfied.
Grabbing him again, he pressed Brody’s head against the table and threw one vicious punch after another!
“Ah… who the hell are you… let me go… ah…”
“Help… help…”
At first, Brody was arrogant, but soon all he could do was cry for help.
Someone urgently dialed the emergency number, and others screamed that he was going to kill him.
But the over six-foot-tall man seemed not to hear, standing arrogantly, his fists raining down like raindrops, as if he were determined to kill!
Cherysh helped the frightened Rebecca, reminding Enna who was also stunned, “Um, Enna, that must be your boyfriend. You should tell him to stop before it gets worse; he might kill him.”
The words “kill him” woke Enna up, and she rushed over without any hesitation, shouting loudly, “Baron Lawrence, stop it, if you keep hitting him, he’ll die.”
Baron’s sharp eyes were ice-cold, looking at the bloody-faced Brody like he was trash, and he said coldly, “Then let him die!”
Enna’s heart skipped a beat.
Her intuition told her that this man was not just making a threat; he genuinely wanted Brody to die.
“Help… don’t hit me… don’t hit anymore…” Brody was struggling to breathe.
Enna clenched her teeth. No good.
She couldn’t let him continue.
But how could she stop him?
Brody was pressed against the table by Baron, she couldn’t even stand in front of him…
Her mind swirled in chaos, and seeing Brody no longer able to cry out, she didn’t care anymore and opened her arms, hugging the violent man from behind.
“Baron Lawrence, stop hitting him.. If you kill him, what will happen to me and
Darling?”