As he said that, he reached out to unbutton his suit jacket.


    Watching him take off his clothes piece by piece, Vivian wanted to cry out for help but gradually could not make a sound.


    The air was suffocating with desperation.


    As she watched Anthony’s suit jacket and T-shirte off, Vivian was desperate when she suddenly heard a loud bang.


    The door to the room was kicked open from the outside.


    “Morris …”


    Vivian called out, but it was small, not loud enough for Anthony to hear.


    The two looked toward the door, only to see Issac, dressed in a ck T-shirt, baggy camouge pants, and full of hostility, walk in through the bedroom door.


    Anthony couldn’t help but stare, “What are you doing here …”


    Bang–!


    Before he could finish his sentence, Issac stepped forward, clenched his right hand, and punched Anthony hard in the face, “You’re fucking looking for death!”


    Anthony was hit back a few steps, hit the tripod on the camera, fell to the ground in a mess.


    Seeing the camera, Issac face iparably cold, fists clenched, angry face red neck, forehead veins suddenly bulge.


    A strong killing intent lingered around Issac’s body.


    Anthony has never seen such Issac, his face slightly panic, “What do you want? Issac, I advise you better be sensible. Don’t forget, your father-inw is bowing down in front of me, you … bang!”


    Issac did not give Anthony a chance to finish his sentence, walked to him, to his head on a fierce kick over.


    The kick, with full force, kicked Anthony’s nose bleeding, his eyes were bleeding, half dazed and did not react.This is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    Just feel all over the body again by a burst of punches and kicks, interspersed with Issac violent curses.


    But the brain is too dizzy to hear clearly what Issac is saying.


    Vivian, lying on the bed, never thought that the person who rushed in was actually Issac.


    Why is he here?


    Where was Morris?


    Many questions came to mind, Vivian wanted to ask the truth, but could not make a sound.


    Issac finished beating Anthony, turned around and walked to the bedside, saw Vivian neatly dressed, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, “Don’t be afraid, I’ll take you away.”


    A second ago, he was all hostile, like a hellish rakshasa; at the moment, he was full of tenderness, soft as water, even the eyes are pulsating with love.


    He picked Vivian up from the bed and turned around to walk outside the room.


    As he turned, Vivian nced obliquely at Anthony and found that he had fallen into aa and couldn’t help but worry a little about Issac.


    “I know you want to ask why I’m here.”


    Issac said while walking, “I happened to be wandering the street at that moment, saw you and Carl, so I followed them to take a look, and then I saw Carl being lured to the back door and being pestered by seven or eight experts. I guessed you must have been in danger, so I followed you over.”


    “Thanks.”


    Vivian thanked from the bottom of her heart.


    But I don’t know what kind of drug Anthony had put in the room, she could not even speak now.


    Thankfully, Issac was in there for a very short time and in the bedroom, so it didn’t affect anything.


    “Don’t talk, get some sleep. You’ll be fine with me.”


    Issac carried Vivian and left the Hotel Attugwa.


    But less than thirty seconds after the first foot left, Dixon quickly rushed into the Attugwa Hotel and headed straight upstairs to room 507.


    Issac took Vivian by car to a nearby hotel, got a room, took her upstairs to rest, and got a doctor to prescribe medication.


    He made a cup of medicine and picked up Vivian who was lying on the bed, “Here, drink this medicine.”