Chapter 437


    The moment he finished speaking, he reached out with hisrge hand towards ra.


    With the reflexes of a cornered animal, ra bolted upright on the bed andnded a solid kick right


    where it hurt the most. The man howled in agony, doubling over and curling into a fetal position on


    the floor, clutching at his groin.


    Suddenly, a blonde-haired thug sprang into action, rushing over and delivering a stinging p


    across ra’s face. “Listen here,dy,” he sneered. “If my boss wants you, it’s your lucky day. You


    stick with him, and you’ll be living the high life — champagne and caviar, the works. But you dare


    fight back? You asking for trouble?”


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    ra’s head reeled from the blow. The stars danced before her eyes, and a trickle of blood ran from


    the corner of her mouth.


    The tattooed man, however, kicked the blonde thug in the rear, cursing under his breath, “Back off! I


    like this kind of hot girl. She’s got spirit.”


    He reached out to wipe the blood from ra’s lips, only to have his hand smacked away. She knew


    she couldn’t win a direct confrontation with these goons. She needed to buy time, stall for Ian’s


    rescue.


    Suddenly, ra’s eyes welled up with tears, and she gave the boss a look of utmost vulnerability.


    “Hey,” she whimpered. Her voice was soft. “I’m very hungry. Can you get me something to eat first?


    Then I’ll have the strength to... take care of you.”


    The blonde thug opened his mouth to protest but was met with a cold re from the tattooed man.


    “Don’t just stand there. Get her some food!”


    “But what if she runs off after eating, huh?” the thug challenged.


    The boss sneered, “This ce is swarming with my guys. Where do you think she could go? Now


    get moving!”


    Reluctantly, the blonde thug left the room. Just as he reached the door, a group of men burst in.


    Their presence wasmanding and determined.


    The thug blurted out, “Who the hell do you punks think you are, waltzing into my boss’ pad like you


    own the ce?”


    As his cronies rushed to join him, a deep voice cut through the tension from behind. “Where is she?


    The woman you’re holding?”


    Ian stood there, d in a dark tactical jacket. He was like an avenging shadow emerging from the


    night itself.


    His formidable aura sent a shiver down the thug’s spine, whose legs trembled uncontrobly. “What


    woman? We ain’t got no one here. Beat it!” he stammered out.


    It was then that Ian, grabbing a life preserver from one of his men, said in a chilling tone, “This life


    preserver is from our boat. It’s got an ID number. How did it end up in your house?”


    The thug tried to deflect, “So what if I found it at the beach?”


    Ian’s eyes narrowed. He sensed a glimmer of hope. He was certain now. ra had been rescued


    and was somewhere on these premises. With one swift kick, he sent the thug sprawling on the


    ground and charged towards the room. The thug opened his mouth to shout, but was quickly


    silenced by one of Ian’s men.


    Inside, ra sat on the bed. Ian’s voice reached her ears like a lifeline. She leaped to her feet,


    peering out the window and catching sight of Ian sprinting towards her. She wanted to call out to


    him but feared the tattooed man might use her as a hostage. Pretending to have heard nothing, she


    sat still, but her heart was pounding wildly.


    The tattooed man, alerted by themotion, got up to investigate. As he barely cracked the door


    open, a boot connected with his belly, sending him flying backward until he crashed to the floor.


    Without a word, Ian burst into the room. His eyes instantly found ra on the bed. For a split


    second, he was lost in a trance. It was as if he were dreaming, and in this dream, ra was waiting


    just for him.


    His voice was hoarse. His eyes rimmed red with emotion. “ra.”