“You dare to behave like this on Mitchell property? nning on being exiled from Valmere?”


    Laughing as though he’d heard an absurd joke, his eyes shone with lechery.


    “Who do you think you are to them? Just another woman.


    Do you think Bryson cares for a divorcee? You’re just a ything for men.


    You pretend to be pure, but behind closed doors, you’re quite the flirt.


    ”


    At his words, Hannah’s eyes turned cial, her hand at her side tightening into a fist.


    “The Wood family has a long history with the Mitchell family.


    You think you could possiblye between that?”


    Suddenly, the man lunged, reaching for Hannah with his sweaty hand.


    “Even if I take you right now, the Mitchell family, especially Bryson, won’t object.


    ”


    His grip on her was revolting, making Hannah’s gaze toward him chillingly hostile.


    “I suggest you release me now, if you want to keep that arm.Copyright N?v/el/Dra/ma.Org.


    ”


    Disregarding her warning as an act of desperation, he leaned in, attempting to steal a ki*s.


    Crack!


    The sound of breaking bone filled the room as Hannah expertly fractured his arm.


    His shrieks reverberated around the changing room.


    “Ah ah ah!! My arm, my hand!! You bitch!!!”


    Despite his fractured arm, the man exuded an aura of menace.


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    “You bitch! How dare you! Reject my goodwill, and now you’ll pay the price!”


    Retreating slightly, the man miraculously unsheathed a dining knife from his pocket with his good hand and charged at Hannah!


    Caught off guard by the knife, Hannah instinctively lifted her arm to shield herself.


    The de’s sharpness cut through the air!


    But Hannah felt no pain.


    Lowering her arm and raising her gaze, she saw Bryson standing protectively in front of her.


    Gripping the knife-wielder’s hand tightly, Bryson’s eyes pierced through the man with intensity.


    A subtle twist of his wrist elicited ear-piercing screams from the man!


    “Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!”


    The man crumpled to the floor, writhing like a worm in agonizing pain.


    “Bryson.


    Mr.


    Mitchell…”