Chapter 287
Chapter 287
The one who appeared before her was a young man, dressed in a black T–shirt and pants. Halsey immediately recognized him–Dwight Garner.
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Dwight, along with Gilbert, was one of the two most popular guys at Clavendale University. While Gilbert was the cheerful and handsome rich heir, admired by many girls, Dwight was cold and solitary. The girls were too intimidated to approach him, yet the girls‘ dormitory buzzed with rumors about him every night.”
Halsey watched as Dwight stepped forward, yanking the Stormborn Devil away with a powerful motion.
The Stormborn Devil quickly regained his composure and snarled, his face twisting in rage. “You brat! How dare you ruin my fun!”
With that, the Stormborn Devil swung a punch at Dwight.
Dwight, agile and quick, effortlessly dodged the blow and retaliated with a punch to the Stormborn Devil’s stomach. With a loud bang, the Stormborn Devil crashed into the side of the car, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Dwight had a buzz cut, his features sharp and strong in a way Halsey had never seen before. His cold, hard charm was almost aggressive in its intensity. The rain dripped down his face and the contours of his body as he advanced on the Stormborn Devil, his muscles visibly flexing beneath his black T–shirt. Each movement was full of power, radiating a dangerous and undeniable masculinity.
The Stormborn Devil realized too late that he had met his match. Panicked, he pleaded, “Stop… Please, I’m -begging you…”
Suddenly, his expression darkened, and he pulled out a sharp knife, thrusting it toward Dwight.
Halsey gasped, holding her breath as she shouted, “Watch out!”
Dwight didn’t flinch. As the knife came toward him, he caught the Stormborn Devil’s wrist in one swift motion, twisting it until it cracked with a sickening snap. The Stormborn Devil’s hand was now bent at an unnatural angle, and the knife fell to the ground.
Dwight didn’t hesitate. Without even blinking, he grabbed the blade and plunged it deep into the Stormborn Devil’s shoulder.
“Argh!”
The Stormborn Devil let out a terrible scream. Dwight twisted the knife, his hand turning it inside the killer’s shoulder.
Fear overtook the Stormborn Devil’s face. He had taken two lives in the past month, blood staining his hands, but the boy in front of him filled him with a deep, visceral dread. Trembling, he muttered, “Y–You’re a monster…”
With that, the Stormborn Devil’s eyes fluttered shut, and he collapsed, unconscious.
Dwight released his grip, and the Stormborn Devil crumpled to the ground.
Halsey’s legs gave out, and she sank to the ground. She had grown up protected as the beloved daughter of the Lincoln family, never exposed to such brutal, terrifying scenes.
Dwight, unfazed, turned and began walking toward her.
Halsey, unnerved, instinctively shifted back.
The men she was used to were either like Stanley–handsome, distinguished, and full of authority–or like her father and Gilbert–gentle, charming, and warm. She had never interacted with someone like Dwight before.
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Chapter 287
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Now, the young man walked toward her, his presence imposing. Even though they were around the same age, Dwight seemed older in a way that made her feel a subtle pressure; there was a sense of danger that emanated from him.
The harsh, raw energy he exuded seeped into the air.
Suddenly, Halsey remembered the rumors she had heard about him at school. They said Dwight’s father had died, but before that, he was a drug dealer.
Dwight was the son of a drug dealer.
Halsey looked up at him warily. “Wh–what do you want from me?”
Dwight paused, glancing at her for a moment before tossing his black jacket in her direction.
“Put it on.”
His voice was cold, devoid of warmth.
Halsey caught the jacket. It was undoubtedly his, still warm with his body heat.
It felt strangely comforting.
He was such a cold person, yet his warmth seemed to seep through the fabric.
Dwight didn’t spare her another look. Instead, he pulled out his phone from his pocket and made a call.
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