Chapter 322


    Evelyn was protected by vignt security personnel.


    The security at herpany was wless, a fortress never breached—until today''s interview


    descended into chaos, and blood was spilled.


    Seated on the plush sofa, Evelyn was moments away from facing the media''s barrage. The crew was


    in ce—cameramen, lighting technicians, sound engineers, makeup artists, assistants, and Evelyn''s


    personal secretary and bodyguard stood at the ready.


    Then, a scream pierced the air.


    A man burst forth, brandishing a gleaming de, and plunged it into the back of the lighting technician.


    The de entered white and emerged red.


    The room erupted into screams.


    The man, fueled by some unfathomable rage, withdrew the knife and sought out his next victim,


    shing wildly.


    Amidst the bem, Evelyn''s bodyguards were swift, forming a protective half-circle shield in front of


    her.


    "What are you protecting me for? Save them!" Evelyn bellowed.


    But the bodyguards remained steadfast. Their duty was singr: to ensure Evelyn''s safety. Their


    positions, their focus—it was all predetermined for situations just like this. They could not afford to


    falter; their mission was to shield Evelyn at all costs.


    Even as their boss ordered them to assist the others, they did not waver.


    The assant was blinded by vengeance. Holding the blood-red knife, he continued to search for the


    next target.


    Locking onto a terrified female staff member, just as he was about to crazily charge forward, Evelyn


    made a quick run and dashed towards him. Another flying roundhouse kicknded squarely on the face


    of the assant. He hit the ground, spitting blood and teeth.


    Evelyn swiftly pinned him down, controlling his arms, subduing the threat with practiced ease.


    As the richest woman in Seraphim Haven, her reputation as a formidable businesswoman wasn''t just


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    for show. Beyond a sharp mind, she had excellent physical skills, honed alongside Harrison, in their


    regr sparring sessions. She was a true embodiment of "anything you can do, I can do better."


    Her decisive and stylish action quelled the chaos, though her bodyguards were left sweating with relief


    —and guilt at their near dereliction.


    Turning to her team, shemanded, "What are you waiting for? Take down this man!"


    As theyplied, someone wrestled the knife from the man''s grip. The man, now weaponless, was


    pinned to the floor, his face grinding against the carpet as he snarled, expressing his hatred. "If they


    don''t give me a way out, nobody gets to live."


    Evelyn was puzzled. She did not recognize this man who seemed hell-bent on vengeance within her


    But before anyone could process the turn of events, Evelyn felt a sharp pain in her back. She had been


    stabbed by a woman from the interview crew, an assistant to one of the hosts.


    The assistant looked to the restrained man on the floor, her husband, and dered, "If society won''t


    give us a chance, then let''s bring it all down."


    As the assistant withdrew the knife, Evelyn felt another intense pain, pressing her hand against the


    stabbed area. No matter how hard she tried, the blood continued to flow relentlessly.


    Evelyn felt an excruciating pain and copsed, her consciousness fading.


    News of the attack reached Harrison first. His Rodriguez Group was just a block away from Evelyn''s


    tower.


    He was at the scene in three minutes, carrying a makeshift stretcher constructed from curtain rods and


    fabric. Lifting Evelyn onto it, he rushed her to his car.


    Awakening to intense pain, Evelyn saw Harrison''s concerned face.


    "Harrison, why are you here?" she murmured weakly.


    "Shh, we''re almost at the hospital," he soothed, pressing his jacket against her wound, trying to stem


    the flow of blood. "I''m here, don''t be afraid."


    Harrison held one hand over the wound, using his own suit jacket that he had taken off. Even so, blood


    continued to seep out slowly. Harrison''s hands were covered in blood. Evelyn was in too much pain to


    muster much strength. She lifted her lips slightly, and Harrison had to lean in closer to hear what she


    was saying.


    Evelyn''s voice was barely a whisper as she asked, "Am I going to die?"


    "You won''t," Harrison assured firmly. "You''re destined to be a lucky charm, to outlive and outshine.


    You''ll be the most beautiful bride on your wedding day with Dominic. You have to."


    But as the blood continued to seep through his fingers, Harrison''s resolve wavered. He talked on,


    desperate to keep her conscious as they drove through the night.


    "Evelyn, when you marry Dominic, I''ll decorate your wedding. How about that? I’m going to throw you a


    wedding that will be the talk of Seraphim Haven. I’ll make sure you''re the happiest bride in the world."


    A warm smile flickered across Evelyn''s face, but as it lingered, tears began to well up in her eyes,


    spilling over and tracing a path down her cheeks.


    She said weakly, "Harrison, you better start fretting over your own wedding first. Pop the question to


    yourdy, make her say ''yes'' to marrying you again."


    Harrison''s voice caught in his throat.


    This girl, always so considerate, so concerned for others even with her own wounds so deep. Shey


    there, battered and bruised, yet her thoughts were on his happiness.