"Quite the nerve! Why are you climbing out the window? Don't you know this is the eighteenth floor? Fall, and you'll meet King Yan in a second!"
Damon Hawke looked at the woman's disheveled appearance, his tone heavy.
Of course she knew it was the eighteenth floor!
But she had no other choice, right?
Elara Don opened her mouth, about to speak, but there was already someone knocking on the door outside.
Rapid and rude knocks, one after another.
Elara was startled, instinctively clutching onto Damon's sleeve, "It's over, it must be Riveras Hayes' men! Please, big brother thug, don't hand me over! Otherwise, that lecherous scoundrel will skin me alive!"
The woman was visibly tense, her small hands tugging at his sleeve, showing a trace of dependence.
For some reason, Damon's heart softened.
"What's going on? Riveras Hayes? Could it be Riveras Hayes from Peak Architecture? Why is he trying to grab you?"
"It's him!"
Elara's face was filled with indignation, "He's just a shameless scoundrel!"
So, he had impure intentions!
Damon's eyes flashed coldly, a cold smile appearing on the corner of his lips.
"Hey, big brother thug, be careful, Riveras Hayes has underlings."
Seeing Damon walking toward the door, Elara quickly added.
"Tom."
Damon uttered two words.
"Huh?"
Elara, following behind, was taken aback, not understanding.
"Stop calling me big brother thug, I have a name."
With a glance at her confused and innocent expression, Damon smirked.
Elara blinked, realizing Damon was introducing himself, just as he opened the door.
Sure enough, it was Riveras Hayes' men outside.
Seeing Damon open the door, the lead bodyguard wore a fierce expression, "Do you have a woman in your room? She's the woman our boss is interested in, hand her over quickly."
"Oh? What if I don't?"
Damon's lips curved with a thin, cold smile, but there was no trace of humor in his dark eyes.
"You're asking for it!"
The bodyguard threw a punch, but Damon sidestepped and kicked him fiercely.
The body slammed into the wall, and the bodyguard collapsed to the ground clutching his stomach, unable to get up for a long time.
This was clearly a ruthless person!
The other bodyguards, shocked, exchanged glances and looked to Riveras Hayes, who was grumbling as he came out of a private room.
Riveras Hayes, filled with anger, saw that the bodyguards hadn't captured Elara but were instead beaten to the ground, and cursed, "You useless fools, what are you standing there for, hurry and grab that woman for me!"
"Yes."
The bodyguards dared not disobey the command and swung their fists at Damon.
Damon's lips curled up, eyes flashing with cold light, and in a few moves, he knocked the bodyguards to the floor.
Each bodyguard groaned, blood seeping from the corners of their mouths.
Clearly, all suffered internal injuries.
The man's tall figure radiated bloodthirsty intent, his piercing gaze sweeping from the bodyguards to Riveras Hayes.
Riveras shivered but still forced a shout, "Who are you! Daring to cross me? Do you know who I am? Riveras Hayes of Peak Architecture! You better look me up, cross me, and you'll pay for it!"
Damon chuckled coldly, and the next second, his slender fingers wrapped around Riveras Hayes' throat.
"Which hand touched her?"
"Uh! Big brother, I'm sorry, please spare me?"
Riveras was choked, gasping for air, desperately conceding.
Damon's lips curled in a cold smirk, "Was it this hand?"
Crunch, the sound of bone dislocation.
Riveras screamed, "Ah! It wasn't!"
"Oh? Then it must be the other hand!"
Another sound of bone dislocation, accompanied by Riveras' cry of agony.
Damon discarded him like a piece of broken garbage.
His slender fingers fished out a wet wipe from his pocket, wiping his fingers.
One swipe after another, exuding bloodthirsty intent.
Hiding near the door, Elara watched, her wide almond eyes fixed on this scene, unable to help but swallow hard.
Such strong combat skills!
Such ruthless methods!
A shiver snaked down her spine.
But why did that action of wiping his fingers look so familiar?
Damon tossed the wet wipe to the ground, turning away coldly.
His gaze landed at the door, catching Elara's stunned expression.
Suddenly, his eyes and brows softened.
"What are you spacing out for? Admiring me?"
Damon grabbed Elara by her collar, pulling her to sit on the sofa.
"What are you thinking? Was that admiration? Clearly fear."
Elara swallowed, casting a glance at Damon, fixing her ruffled clothing.
Fear?
Damon's deep eyes narrowed, drawing nearer to her, "Woman, I saved you! What are you afraid of?"
"Just, just thought you were a bit ruthless!"
Elara recoiled, murmuring, "Are you a long-time thug, already used to such carnage? They're undoubtedly scoundrels, but even so, don't make it so bloody while teaching them a lesson!"
Not only had he floored all the bodyguards, but he'd also crippled Riveras Hayes' hand.
If it were anyone else, she wouldn't think much of it.
But this man was Tang Bao's biological father!
Seeing him cripple someone's hand without batting an eye, she still felt frightened.
"Heh! You're blaming me? Woman, are you trying to be a saint?"
Damon pinched her chin, his aura suddenly turning cold.
Elara's heart skipped a beat, hastily appeasing him, "No, no, I'm grateful to you! But I am a woman, witnessing a bloody fight scene, it's only natural I'd be scared!"
Discretion is the better part of valor.
She certainly didn't want to anger this thug!
Her watery eyes, looking at him so innocently, were like a frightened little rabbit.
Damon's gaze darkened, his eyes lingering on her red lips, his Adam's apple bobbing.
He really wasn't resisting her proximity!
The man's gaze was aggressive; Elara's nerves tightened, and she broke free from Damon's grip, "Look, the wound on your arm is opening up, it needs rebandaging, let me go buy some medicine."
This man, what's he thinking?
She'd better avoid jumping from the frying pan into the fire!
"It's just a small wound, it doesn't matter!"
Damon reached out, pulling Elara back down as she attempted to rise, "I saved you today, you owe me a drink."
Already injured, and still wanting to drink?
Doesn't he value his life?
"You're hurt, why drink? You're not allowed to!"
Elara glared at Damon, chiding him sweetly.
The woman, fierce yet soft, was like a young wife scolding her unruly husband.
Something in Damon's heart crumbled.
Suddenly, he leaned down, wrapping Elara in his embrace.
"You're trying to control me? Woman, only my wife can do that. So, do you want to be my wife?"
Want to be his wife?
A thug's wife?
How could he even think like that?
Elara's hand pushed against Damon's chest, "What are you thinking? How could I marry a thug who's always fighting?"
"Oh? So you look down on thugs?"
Damon's face turned cold, his deep dark eyes fixated on Elara.