“Don’t worry.


    Those bastards will never bother you again.


    ”


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    Walsh, what were you doing here in the first ce?” Lindsey swallowed her fear, pulled herself together, and willed herself to think rationally.


    “I dined with my boss nearby.


    After parting ways with him, I happened to run into you as I passed by here.


    ”


    Lindsey nodded and didn’t ask him any more questions.


    “Who were those people?” Domenic frowned and asked.


    Fortunately, he had ordered that Lindsey be monitored at all times.


    When his man found that the ce she had gone to was rather remote, he became suspicious and informed Domenic at once.


    That was why Domenic made it to the karaoke bar in time.


    Lindsey’s expression darkened.


    “I was supposed to meet Darien Crawford, a producer of Ray Films, here.


    He imed that the film crew was going to hang out in this karaoke bar, but when I went to the private room, it turned out to be a trap.


    I have no idea who those thugs were.


    ”


    “Ray Films… Darien Crawford…” Domenic repeated those names coldly.


    Then he gently wrapped his arm around Lindsey’s shoulders and said, “Let’s go home and get some rest.


    I’ll figure out how to deal with this tomorrow.


    ”


    Lindsey fell silent.


    Domenic was just a regr sry man who knew little about the entertainment industry while Darien was a seasoned producer.


    Moreover, Darien likely had a powerful backer.


    What could Domenic possibly do to ‘deal’ with this matter?


    He was probably just saying that tofort her.


    “Come on.


    Let’s go home.


    ”


    Domenic took her hand and was about to lead her away when Lindsey suddenly groaned.


    Worried he might’ve hurt her, Domenic swiftly whirled around and looked at her with concern,


    only to find that she was bare foot.


    “I ran for my life and lost my shoes—” Feeling embarrassed, Lindsey subconsciously hid her feet, which were covered in small scratches.


    But before she could finish speaking, Domenic suddenly scooped her up in his arms.


    “Mr.


    Walsh?” Lindsey eximed in surprise.


    Domenic’s cold expression softened in the moonlight.


    “Your feet are injured.


    ”


    Lindsey pursed her lips and subconsciously shrank into his arms.


    The man’s pleasant musk filled her nose, rendering her restless.


    Feeling as though she’d die from embarrassment, she pleaded in a low voice, “Put me down.


    It’s no big deal, okay? I can walk by myself!”


    “If you don’t want to report to work tomorrow, I’ll be more than happy to put you down and let you walk by yourself.


    ”


    At this, Lindsey shut her mouth and stopped protesting.


    In this way, Domenic carried her to the roadside and hailed a taxi.


    Later, when the taxi dropped them off in their neighborhood, Domenic carried her all the way to their apartment.