Chapter 64
The noise was deafening. Yvonne clutched Giselle’s arm and gulped in fear.
“Just say it was me who broke the camera. This way, t–they won’t go after you,” Yvonne stammered.
Giselle grasped her hand firmly and said, “Do you really think the person taking you away can protect you?”
This shattered Yvonne’s delusion, and she froze.
There was no time for further discussion. Giselle quickly found a cabinet large enough to hide someone and pushed Yvonne
inside.
“Don’t come out,” she instructed before shutting the cabinet door and walking over to Chester.
Chester frowned. “You’re not needed here.”
“Mr. Fordham, don’t underestimate me,” Giselle replied.
She wasn’t oblivious. From the moment they had entered the club, she had felt the weight of a gaze. It was disgusting and ever-
present.
soon
Perhaps their enemy had seen through their disguise from the start.
The noise outside grew louder. The sound of shouting merged with the relentless pounding on the door.
Chester glanced at his phone again. “My people will be here in five minutes.”
Giselle nodded. “Captain Lane’s team is ready to move as well.”
The situation seemed under control for now.
They both moved to either side of the door just as it gave way with a thunderous crash. A group of burly men barged in, wielding. iron rods that gleamed coldly.
“Who the hell dares stir up trouble here? Got a death wish?” one of them snarled.
The ruckus spilled into the adjacent rooms, drawing the attention of others.
Meanwhile, Jonathan was stuck in a conversation he had no interest in. He was extremely frustrated, and his temples throbbed.
“Mr. Lawson, I took a big risk bringing you here to Luxe Haven. About that collaboration…” The man spoke ingratiatingly.
Jonathan’s sharp gaze swept the area, searching for two familiar figures.
It wasn’t long before the sound of clashing metal and cries of pain reached his ears.
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He instinctively moved toward the noise.
“Mr. Lawson, don’t go wandering around. It’s against the rules!” the man called after him.
Jonathan ignored him. He had never been one to follow the rules.
At the end of the hallway, he was met with chaos. The sight of brawny men wielding weapons and shouting caught him off guard for a moment. Then, his gaze landed on Giselle.
“Giselle!” he yelled.
A thug with red hair appeared behind her, raising his iron rod.
Jonathan’s pupils constricted. He charged forward without hesitation.
A pained grunt escaped his lips as agony shot through his body. He had taken the hit for Giselle.
At that moment, Chester’s reinforcements arrived, along with Jim’s team. The chaotic scene was swiftly brought under control.
Giselle and Chester, though disheveled, were unharmed. Jonathan, however, wasn’t as fortunate.
Sitting against the wall, he grimaced in pain as he questioned Giselle. “Why are you with my uncle?”
The sight of the two of them together was unbearable. Jonathan couldn’t pinpoint why, but he felt a heavy weight on his chest.
“Who I’m with is none of your business,” Giselle retorted coldly.
Jonathan clenched his teeth. “Giselle, you’re heartless. I got hurt for you!”
Giselle looked down at him, her gaze devoid of sympathy. “Did I ask you to take the hit for me?”
A heavy silence settled over them until the doctors and nurses arrived.
Giselle and Chester stood close together, exchanging quiet words.
Jonathan felt his anger boiling over. He demanded, “Giselle, you’re coming to the hospital with
me!”
