Chapter 172: Chapter 172
After confirming the direction of travel, the man forcefully closed his laptop, his phoenix-like eyes filled with uncontrollable anger and chill.
Stepping on the gas pedal fiercely, Elias Sinclair had never felt before, his mind almost blank. Just thinking about what might happen to that woman made his breathing uncontrollably rapid, and his heart grew increasingly anxious.
When the leading man threw Quinn Lockwood’s phone into the lake, he couldn’t hold back any longer.
From not far away, the sound of sharp braking was heard. The car lights directly shone on the men’s faces, causing them to squint their eyes hurriedly.
"Savannah!" He shouted the woman’s name with all his might, Elias red-eyed running toward Quinn Lockwood.
Seeing this, a few men quickly took out some baseball bats from the trunk.
"Don’t blame me for being ruthless; this is your own doing." Looking at Elias viciously, the men with sticks in their hands approached him fiercely.
Seeing a man raising a stick and charging at him, Elias coldly glanced at him, then sidestepped, grabbing the man’s wrist holding the stick with one hand while twisting with the other. A crack was heard, and the man’s pitiful howl reverberated through the sky.
The two people behind immediately rushed forward upon seeing this. Elias glanced at their direction from the corner of his eye, throwing the man whose shoulder was already dislocated at one of them, then fiercely kicking the other.
A painful grunt escaped, and the man clutching his chest in pain knelt on the ground, face pale and sweating coldly. Yet Elias did not spare him, picking up the stick from the ground and breaking the bones in the man’s arm brutally.
"Where else did you touch her?" Elias gently caressed the stick in his hand, as if stroking a treasure, his dangerous gaze making the people in front of him weak in the knees.
The leading man, hiding in the dark, pulled out a fruit knife from somewhere, taking two steps closer quietly before suddenly stabbing toward Elias’s lower back.
Quickly, Elias turned and kicked the man in the groin, but his arm got a slit from the man’s too forceful attack.
The leading man fainted from pain, presumably disabled entirely.
Raising an eyebrow slightly as he looked at the kneeling men, a powerful killing intent surrounded Elias, turning him cold and fierce.
Crouching down to pick up the fruit knife and playing with it in his hand, his blood-red eyes, paired with the elegant motion, made him seem like a deadly night messenger. It forced the men to retreat in fear, wanting to plead for mercy but unable to utter a sound.
"Not talking? In that case, your tongue is useless." Elias slowly stood up, observing the men before him, casually twirling the knife on his finger, clutching the chin of the man at the front tightly.
As if hearing a sound behind him, Elias turned to see Quinn Lockwood struggling to prop herself up with her elbows, seemingly looking at him.
Disregarding the half-dead men, Elias hurriedly went to cut the ropes binding Quinn Lockwood.
"Mm mm." Quinn Lockwood shook her head desperately, struggling not to let him approach, pushing herself back with her feet.
Elias pulled the cloth out of Quinn’s mouth, but she made not a sound in her terror, only retreating ceaselessly.
"Savannah?" Elias reached out to try to hold her, yet Quinn struggled vehemently as if she didn’t know him.
"Don’t touch me, I beg you, don’t touch me, get away! Get away!" Quinn frantically shook her head, her face as pale as paper, her clear eyes filled with endless despair and fear.
Elias’s hand trembled slightly in the air, shrinking back somewhat helplessly.
"Savannah, look at me, I’m Elias Sinclair." His voice, chilly with cautious gentleness, half-kneeling on the ground for Quinn to see his face.
With the mention of Elias Sinclair’s name, a spark flickered in Quinn’s vacant eyes, adding a bit of soul.
Seeing Quinn staring blankly at her feet, Elias gently comforted her while cutting the ropes binding her.
With her hands and feet freed, Quinn somewhat regained her senses, her expression lighting up upon seeing the man’s appearance clearly.
She hugged Elias tightly, comforted by his sharp presence, gripping his shirt fiercely, though her back still trembled gently.
Feeling a sharp pain in his heart, the man gently embraced Quinn’s back, patting her like a child.
Feeling the woman tremble less fiercely, Elias picked her up directly, placing her in the car.
Elias intended to place Quinn in the spacious backseat, but before he could set her down, Quinn clung to him more tightly, curling up fearfully in his embrace.
The man sat on the chair, letting Quinn rest her head on his shoulder, his hand gently patting her back.
Noticing her biting her lip silently, Elias knew she was holding back, making his heart ache ever more, tightening his arms around her. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net
"Savannah, if you want to cry, just let it out. There’s no need to hold back here with me." His voice was extremely gentle at that moment, the light, powerful words falling one by one on Quinn’s heartstrings.
Finally, she couldn’t hold it in any longer, turning her head away as tears streamed down like strings of beads.
If not for feeling the warmth and dampness on his shoulder, Elias might not have realized Quinn was crying.
His brows furrowed unconsciously, Elias felt as though his heart was being cut by a knife.
After holding Elias for a while to let her emotions out, Quinn’s mood calmed somewhat, but she still leaned powerlessly against his warm, solid chest.