However, with just three of them against dozens of attackers, Ella’s side was clearly at a disadvantage.
There were plenty of onlookers, but none stepped forward to help. Ella had already been kicked several tis, and if not for Charles protecting her, she would have been knocked to the ground and beaten severely.
"Stop! You can’t do this!" Charles shouted, struggling to fend off multiple won attacking him simultaneously, despite his strength.
Chloe was also caught in the fray, her hair being yanked and her face slapped repeatedly.
Seeing this, Ella gritted her teeth in anger and slapped the young woman attacking Chloe.
The scene descended into chaos. Ella and her friends were becoming increasingly overpowered. Charles, once composed and handso, now had blood trickling from his mouth, overwheld by the vicious won attacking him.
"Bang—"
A gunshot rang out, echoing through the area!
Several sports cars sped towards them, with a red Lamborghini among them.
Before the won could react, the cars surrounded them.
The won were utterly shocked, their limbs trembling in fear.
These people had guns—they must be from the mafia!
The door of the Lamborghini swung open, and a man dressed in black jumped out.
He was tall and imposing, his eyes burning with fury like the blood-red eyes of a demon. He stord towards Ella, yanking her to his side.
"Eric..." Ella looked up, her eyes welling with tears as she gazed at his enraged face.
She hadn’t expected him to arrive so tily.
"You really... scared to death!" Eric exhaled deeply, wiping the egg yolk from her hair.
His subordinate, Mark, had seen Ella dining with a man and a woman and reported back to Eric. Feeling uneasy, Eric decided to co over right after work.
To his shock, he saw Ella being attacked from a distance as they approached, prompting him to fire a warning shot.
Several bodyguards jumped out of the cars, each as strong as a tower, and quickly surrounded the won, ensuring they couldn’t escape.
Charles watched, feeling a deep sense of inadequacy. Though he was born into a wealthy family, his presence paled in comparison to Eric’s commanding aura.
"I’m fine... it’s Charles and Chloe who are seriously injured," Ella said, shaking her head. Under Charles’s protection, she had only been pelted with a few rotten eggs and kicked a few tis.
Chloe and Charles, on the other hand, were in much worse shape, with Chloe’s face swollen from the attack.
"Very good. They dared to harm my woman!" Eric glanced at the group of people who had just attacked Ella, his expression dark and filled with nace.
"Take them all!" he ordered. At once, several bodyguards moved in.
Amid the scuffle, the youngest woman scread, "Why are you arresting ? She’s the whore, the mistress, the slut..."
Ella’s lips twitched at the insult. She stepped forward and delivered a sharp slap to the young woman’s face.
Ella’s eyes blazed with anger, and the intimidating presence of Eric and his bodyguards made the other won cower.
"Who sent you?" Ella asked coldly.
The young woman glared at Ella but remained silent.
"Take them to the police station," Eric commanded. "Mark, find a lawyer. These won think they’re above the law? Let’s see how they enjoy a stint in jail," he added with a cold laugh, as several reporters snapped photos furiously.
The won looked terrified.
Eric, accompanied by so many bodyguards, was clearly no ordinary man.
Ordinary people wouldn’t hire bodyguards; they wouldn’t need to.
"Yes, Mr. Nelson!" Mark replied firmly.
"Oh my God, he’s Mr. Nelson! No wonder he looks so familiar and handso!"
"Yeah, that’s Eric Nelson, the future head of the Nelson Group! He’s even more handso in person than in photos!"
"I’ll talk! It was her who told us to co here and attack this lady!" one older woman finally broke down.
The realization that facing prison was a far worse fate than they’d anticipated seed to sink in.
"Yes, she promised us a thousand dollars each... so we agreed!"
"She told to co too!" another woman added.
All the won pointed at the young woman.
They had assud they could beat Ella and escape without consequence. They hadn’t expected Eric’s tily arrival to foil their plan.
Eric’s gaze turned even colder as he looked at the young woman. "You’re going to regret this," he said icily, as the bodyguards tightened their grip on the attackers, ensuring none of them would escape justice.
The young woman felt a pair of bloodthirsty, nacing eyes fixed on her. She looked up and saw Eric’s eyes blazing with fury.
A chill and a deep fear rose from within her, realizing so forces were beyond her ability to resist.
"I... I’ll talk! A strange woman wearing sunglasses stopped at that corner... she told if I did one thing, I’d get a hundred thousand dollars!" the young woman stamred, her eyes filled with fear.
"I... I was blinded by money and hired these people to attack this lady. We thought that as long as we didn’t cripple her, we would be fine..."
The young woman’s face turned deathly pale, and Chloe, upon hearing this, burst out angrily, "You despicable wretches! Hurting others for money! Mr. Nelson, don’t let them off, and find the mastermind behind this!"
Charles’s expression was equally dark. Under his watch, soone had dared to harm Ella!
Even more frustrating was his inability to protect her adequately.
Charles, though the future heir of the Carter Group, hadn’t started working at the company yet, and many were unaware of his identity.
So Charles doesn’t need a bodyguard, but he didn’t expect that he would lose to Eric like this!
"Excellent. Mark, have the police find that woman! Take them to the station and let the police handle them properly!"
Eric wanted nothing more than to tear these foolish won apart, but he couldn’t act too rashly in front of the reporters.
"Yes, Mr. Nelson!"
The bodyguards escorted the sobbing won away, and Ella finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Chloe, Charles, I’m so sorry. I never ant for you to get caught up in this," Ella quickly apologized to her friend and Charles.
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