Chapter 791 Jorge''s Attack


    Was that man really Jorge?


    J''s eyes widened in rm.


    As for Brandon, he had already guessed as much. An ominous feeling had been nagging at him


    since he entered Elizabeth''s ce. It wasn''t until J had spoken it out loud that he felt more


    certain about his suspicions. "I believe so," he said in a somber voice.


    Damn it! The man must havee here to exact his vendetta against Elizabeth.


    Elizabeth was in danger!


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    The moment she realized this, J gripped the banister and made to race back upstairs. She


    needed to prevent another sordid tragedy from happening.


    Brandon acted quickly, his arm reaching out to stop J in her tracks and pull her back.


    "Take her away," he instructed the female bodyguard.


    "No, Brandon!" J cried out. "Elizabeth is in danger. I have to save her. Let me go, or it might be


    toote!"


    "Just stay away. I''ll take care of it." Brandon took off his coat and unbuttoned his cuffs.


    He tossed the coat over to J and addressed the bodyguard. "It will be dangerous upstairs. Take


    her to the car and wait for me there."


    J clutched his coat in her hands, her heart getting heavier by the second.


    Her good friend was in danger, yet she could do nothing but to stand back and watch her husband


    risk his own safety to save Elizabeth.


    With a sullen expression, J tried to rush forward and run upstairs again.


    And just like before, Brandon held her back at the very next second.


    "Listen to what I say," he said, his eyes turning cold. "And wait for me in the car."


    J opened her mouth to protest, caught herself at thest minute.


    Sensing her frustration, Brandon softened his tone. "Just do as I say, okay? I can''t save anyone if I


    keep worrying about you. I need to know that you are safe first, do you understand?"


    Of course, she understood what he meant.


    Brandon had never been the type to meddle in other people''s business. If J persisted on


    staying, he just might forget about helping Elizabeth altogether.


    J hurried down the few steps and looked at him eagerly.


    For Elizabeth''s sake, she had no other choice but to stay away, just as Brandon said.


    "Be careful. I''ll wait for you in the car." Her grip tightened on his coat as she steeled her mind and


    walked to the car with the bodyguard.


    ******


    Upstairs.


    Jorge rejoiced as soon as Brandon and J were out of sight. Atst, his chance hade.


    He continued to move the cab and other things along with the other workers. Once everything


    was in order, the men started to leave the unit.


    Elizabeth''s aunt stood at the door to thank them one by one and send them off.


    Elizabeth was not good with this sort of thing, so she only offered them a smile and a nod, and then


    went on to organize her design drafts.


    Jorge hovered behind the cab he had just put down and red viciously in her direction. He


    waited until she was distracted and decided it was time.


    He pulled out his knife and lunged toward her. "You bitch! You made me like this! I will kill you for all


    you did to me!"


    Elizabeth''s aunt whirled around at the sound of a man''s roar, and she saw one of the workers trying


    to attack her niece with a de.


    In a panic, she rushed over without thinking. "You bastard! What do you think you''re doing?"


    Elizabeth looked up just then. It was all happening so fast, but she did register a man charging her


    with a weapon.


    Shocked out of her wits, she could only freeze and stare.


    Who was he?


    A terrifying thought shed in her mind. In an instant, she knew the answer to her question.


    It was Jorge!


    He hade to her for revenge.


    Elizabeth finally sprang into action. She tried to dodge him, but she was trembling so much that she


    ended up backing herself up to a corner.


    Her fear was obvious and palpable, and Jorge took great satisfaction in that. He let out a maniacal


    laughter and raised his knife to deal her a fatal blow.


    But the knife never made contact with Elizabeth.


    Her aunt had dashed over in a blur and shielded Elizabeth with her own body. The older woman


    sustained a long cut on her arm, from which blood was gushing out profusely.


    "Auntie!"


    Elizabeth cradled her injured aunt, her eyes filled with tears. Then she raised her head and red


    at the man before them. "Jorge!" she screamed in rage. "Have you lost your mind? You can''t just go


    around, killing people! It''s against thew!"


    But Jorge didn''t seem to care about any of that at all.


    "Get out of my way!" he snarled, pushing Elizabeth''s aunt to the side.


    The poor woman fell back from the force and identally bumped her head against the wall.


    She fainted and fell on the floor in a heap.


    Elizabeth instinctively rushed over to see if her aunt was okay, but Jorge grabbed her by the arm


    and hauled her back.


    He pressed the knife against her chin. "Now, you''re going to hell, bitch!"