George’s grip tightened. With a tearing sound, Wendy’s collar was ripped open, exposing her delicate, pale skin to
the cold air.
A wave of memories hit Wendy, taking her back to years age, in a similar cave, where she had been pinned beneath George. The foul stench of his body pressed down on her, and helplessness and fear engulfed her like a tidal wave. She felt as though she was suffocating, as though she was about to die.
That young version of Wendy had been so close to death.
She thought of Big Brother. Why wasn’t he here?
Suddenly, Wendy felt a weight press down on her again–George had leaned over her. She closed her eyes, bitterly realizing that even after all these years, when she found herself in a similar situation, her first thought was still of Stanley.
She had grown up in some ways, but in other ways, she hadn’t. She still longed for Stanley to come for her.
Deep down, she knew he would never come.
Wendy reached for her waist…
But before she could do anything, a foot kicked out, sending George flying off her. The force of the blow sent him crashing into the cave wall with a loud bang, and a spurt of blood erupted from his mouth.
Wendy froze, her eyes darting upward. A handsome, dignified face filled her vision.
It was Stanley. Stanley had come!
The person who had been a fleeting thought just moments ago was now standing before her. Wendy blinked, unsure of how to react.
Stanley stood tall, wearing a thin black coat that cut through the cold, his face stern. He carried the chill of the outside world with him, a presence that seemed almost otherworldly, like a god of vengeance, sending a shiver through her.
Why was he here?
Stanley looked down at Wendy as she stared at him with tearful eyes, her expression that of someone who had been wronged, a look that made her seem helpless and small.
She stared at him as if she hadn’t even imagined he would come to her rescue.
Stanley’s heart ached. He quickly removed his coat and draped it over her fragile shoulders, his voice soft but reassuring. “It’s okay now.”
Wendy finally felt the warmth of his coat against her chilled skin, a tangible reminder that he had really come.
George, bloodied and broken, knew it was over for him.
“Mr. Hawk, please, let me explain! It’s all Wendy’s fault–she seduced me! P–Please, don’t listen to her. She loves seducing men ever since she was young! She’s not good enough for you…” George began to desperately try and shift the blame.
Wendy turned her gaze to Stanley. Without a word, Stanley stepped forward and delivered another crushing kick to George’s chest.
George collapsed again, coughing up more blood.
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Chapter 90
Stanley’s gaze was sharp and unforgiving, like a predator staring down prey. “Where did you crawl out from? How dare you touch my wife!”
“Mr. Hawk… I–I’m sorry. Please forgive me!” George trembled, begging for mercy.
Stanley looked down at him with disdain before lifting his foot and planting it on George’s groin. “Since you love to commit crimes so much, maybe we should remove the weapon you’ve been using.”
George’s scream echoed through the cave, and soon, blood pooled beneath him.
He had been incapacitated.
At that moment, Zayn arrived with a group of black–clad bodyguards. “Mr. Hawk.”
Stanley’s expression remained unchanged as he slightly parted his lips. “Take him away.‘
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“Understood, Mr. Hawk.”
Stanley turned and walked back to Wendy. He gently lifted her into his arms, cradling her against him.
