After about ten minutes, commotion erupted outside.
I gripped the wooden stick tightly, instinctively positioning myself in front of Asher, growing tense.
The lock clicked open and five men entered–one wielding a machete, the other four carrying baseball bats.
They quickly spotted us hiding in the corner.
As soon as the door opened, Asher had positioned himself against the wall, leaning heavily on me.
I realized he was appearing vulnerable to lower their guard, so I played along.
Just as expected, the men burst into laughter. “Look at this cripple! Can’t even stand on his own. Gotta hide behind his
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“What a pathetic loser,” another jeered.
The leader stared at me hungrily, handing his machete to one of his goons. “You useless cripple, with a gorgeous wife like this? Bet you can’t satisfic her. Might I can help to fuck her.”
He reached for my arm.
In that instant, Asher stepped forward and smashed his fist into the man’s face.
The movement was swift and precise. I could hear the crunch of the man’s nose breaking.
Asher followed with a kick that sent him sprawling to the ground. As the others rushed forward, police and security arrived just in time.
Amid the chaos, I kept my eyes on the man Asher had floored.
When he’d approached, I’d noticed something tucked into his waistband–a gun.
Sure enough, he’d drawn the weapon and was aiming it at Asher.
Without thinking, pure instinct drove me to throw myself at Asher, trying to shield him from the shot.
I heard the gunshot and my own heartbeat pounding violently in my ears.
But the expected pain never came. I stared at Asher, unable to speak.
“Kristin! KRISTIN!”
Asher grabbed me, crushing me against his chest.
His voice trembled with fear. “Thank God you’re okay. I would never have forgiven myself if anything happened to you.”
“Asher… are you hurt?”
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I frantically touched his face and his blood–stained shirt, tears flooding my eyes.
“It’s just a scratch. Don’t be scared, everything’s fine…”
“You’re bleeding… so much…” I sobbed, the words coming out in broken gasps.
“It’s just a surface wound. Shh, don’t cry. We’re safe now. I’m taking you home, sweetheart.”
Asher lifted me firmly in his arms. His arms were strong, his steps steady.
I finally reassured and surrendered to exhaustion, then melted into his embrace.
On the way home, I learned that the gunman had fired but missed me.
An officer had shot first, causing his bullet to go wide.
Asher explained this had all been a trap to draw out the mastermind.
He was one of the senior members of the Thorne family–the Elder partner in the company.
Someone who had once been on equal footing with Asher’s father.
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Years ago, he was the reason Asher’s legs were injured. To lower their guard, Asher had simply continued playing the part of a cripple.
Now everything was settled. That man would face the full weight of the law.
From this point forward, no one in the Thorne family or company would be able to challenge Asher again.
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