The Billionaire Who Saved Me

It all happened so fast. Just moments ago, Garrett was enjoying a delicious dinner with his co-workers, discussing work-related matters. Everything seemed fine then. But now?

“Out of my way, you bastard!”

A scream echoed. As an attacker tried to stab Garrett with a knife, he found the driver blocking his path.

“Get out of the way, you bastard!”

From the way Dariel glared at the attacker, Garrett knew Dariel was not just any driver. He did not wait long before he lunged with the knife aimed directly at Dariel’s stomach.

Dariel dodged to the side. His hand quickly struck the attacker’s elbow. A pained grimace followed, along with the dropped knife.

Quickly, Dariel slipped under the attacker’s arm. Lifting that arm, she immediately directed the point of his elbow. Striking the attacker’s stomach. Simultaneously pushing him back.

A kick missed Dariel. Then he reluctantly let go of the attacker. But it was worth what he would risk later.

“Damn.”

Dariel hissed as a group of attackers immediately swarmed around him. He could not count, but at least ten people were attacking him.

The sounds of punches and kicks echoed repeatedly. Dariel didn’t have time to feel the pain when a kick hit his back. He just kept moving.

Dariel’s fist landed in an overhead punch that caught the chin of one of the attackers. Then he spun. Dodged a knife thrust while lifting his leg. Kicked an attacker who tried to sneak up behind him.

Two people went down incapacitated. Dariel quickly assessed the situation. Glancing over at Garrett, whose condition was no better than his own.

Dariel knew that he had to protect his boss. But the situation at that moment didn’t give him many options. First, he had to take out the attackers who had targeted him. Only then could he protect Garrett. Somehow Dariel could understand that.

They separated me and Mr. Garrett on purpose.

That’s exactly what happened. When Dariel was separated from Garrett, several other attackers immediately targeted the man.

Car windows shattered. Just as Garrett dodged an assailant’s blow to his head. And just then, Garrett’s leg moved. Kicking the attacker until he stumbled. Knocking the metal weapon from his grasp.

Without hesitation, Garrett grabbed the weapon. He also did not hesitate to swing the object at the attacker’s abdomen.

A scream of pain was heard. But Garrett didn’t care. He hit the attacker again to make sure he wouldn’t get up.

“Sir!”

It was clearly a warning cry. Coming from Dariel, it caused Garrett to immediately turn around with his weapon ready again. Then a terrible sound was heard as Garrett delivered a heavy blow to the head of one of the attackers.

Giving Garrett a warning turned out to be a high price Dariel had to pay. A knife managed to injure him, in the form of a slice that tore through the sleeve of his suit, along with the skin and flesh underneath.

Blood flowed, falling in drops that soaked the asphalt. It made Dariel growl. Ignoring his wound, he lunged forward. He slipped under the attacker’s arm as he tried to bring the knife down on him again.

Dariel lifted the attacker’s arm and immediately pushed their bodies together until they both fell to the pavement. And as the attacker moaned in pain, Dariel quickly grabbed his head. He twisted it until a horrible sound accompanied the attacker’s motionless body.

Dariel’s arm was obviously in pain, but when he stood up, Garrett was the first person he looked at. He had to make sure the man was okay.

Garrett panted heavily. For a moment, he looked at the figure of the attacker he had just incapacitated. He lay sprawled on the asphalt, his face covered by a black mask. Only his eyes and mouth were visible. And the assailant seemed motionless. In the dim light, thick droplets could be seen running across the asphalt.

Garrett spat, trying to regulate his labored breathing.

Who are they?

Pondering the question for a moment, Garrett realized that the attack felt strange. It couldn’t be a typical criminal act that had been happening lately. With the number of attackers not insignificant? Oh, sure, Garrett had reason to be suspicious. Because he quickly assessed the situation that he and Dariel were really being ambushed.

Garrett didn’t have much time. A few seconds later, a scream ripped through the air. Four people immediately attacked him, weapons in each hand.

“You’re dead!”

Garrett clenched his jaw and grabbed the weapon. He swung it directly at the nearest attacker.

The first attacker dodged, but Garrett didn’t stop there. He immediately shoved the attacker’s body.

As the attacker fell, another attacker swung a machete in his hand. Garrett’s foot kicked and landed hard on his stomach.

The attacker fell as well. But at the same time, from an unexpected angle, a knife was aimed at Garrett.

Garrett turned. It was too late for him to recognize the impending attack. But just as the knife was about to strike Garrett, there was a blow that made the attacker scream in pain.

Dariel grabbed the attacker’s hand. He twisted it and quickly grabbed the knife. Then, without mercy, he stabbed the attacker in the stomach.

Dariel’s face hardened. Without immediately withdrawing the knife, he turned it for a moment. Then he pushed the body away.

Dariel didn’t care about the body writhing in pain on the asphalt. He cared about only one thing. That was Garrett’s condition.

“Are you all right, sir?”

Garrett nodded and Dariel breathed a sigh of relief. He immediately pulled Garrett behind him.

There were still at least eight attackers in front of them. That didn’t include the several attackers who were sprawled on the ground trying to get back up.

Dariel knew he couldn’t take any chances. Garrett was in danger, and he himself was injured. The longer it went on, the more his hand throbbed with pain. Blood dripped, staining the black suit he wore. He knew. It wouldn’t be long before the injury affected him.

Making sure Garrett was safe behind his body, Dariel’s eyes stared sharply ahead. Not blinking once. Scanning every possible movement that could happen in the near future. He couldn’t afford to be the slightest bit careless.

Dariel raised his left hand. He spoke in a low voice.

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The attackers knew that their time was limited. They had to end the chaos quickly.

Shouts echoed through the air as the attackers rushed towards Garrett and Dariel. Along with various weapons swinging directly at them. Moving in a ferocious attack for one purpose. To incapacitate them both.

The knife in Dariel’s hand moved forward. The attacker it targeted dodged and Dariel moved quickly. Not allowing the attacker to escape, he spun once. A back kick caught the attacker on the chin.

The attacker fell, but another attack followed. Dariel drew back immediately. Just as a machete swung in an overhead strike. Aiming to split his head in two. But fortunately, the attempt missed.

The machete passed right in front of Dariel. It was only inches away, barely missing.

Dariel’s jaw hardened. His fingers clenched the knife and he thrust it back. A scream of pain pierced the night air.

“Kill him first. Kill him!”

The command made Dariel turn quickly. At Garrett, who was cornered. He ran immediately. To help his employer. But a large, bulky assailant blocked his path.

Garrett knew he couldn’t rely on Dariel. So, he swung the gun in his hand again. But the attacker managed to dodge. Not only that, but his kick knocked the gun out of Garrett’s hand.

Behind the black mask, a sneer appeared, mocking Garrett. He seemed to sneer in a humiliating gesture.

“Now… your story ends.”

With that, the attacker roared fiercely. He lunged at Garrett with a fist aimed at Garrett’s face.

Garrett dodged, only to see the attacker’s hand move again. This time his elbow was aimed at Garrett’s solar plexus. It was too late to dodge.

A cry of pain choked Garrett’s throat. He staggered backward, clutching his aching solar plexus.

Feeling arrogant, seeing Garrett’s condition at that moment, the attacker wasted no time. He continued his attack. Kicks and punches were directed relentlessly at Garrett.

As much as possible, Garrett tried to stand his ground. He dodged and weaved as best he could, trying to counter when he could.

Garrett caught the fist and held it with one hand while his other hand delivered a similar blow. Repeatedly, he landed on the attacker’s stomach.

Garrett struck blindly, ignoring the grunts that repeatedly came from the attacker’s throat.

The attacker growled. His head moved, hitting Garrett’s head until the man groaned in pain.

Once free of Garrett, the attacker wasted no time. He knew that Garrett was his real target. So, all he had to do was kill Garrett and everything would be over.

The attacker grabbed the weapon Garrett had used earlier. But as the object was about to swing, a sound caught his attention.

It was the smooth sound of an engine, followed by a pair of blinding lights. He turned to see a car stop and its four doors open.

Four people stepped out. They quickly joined the unequal fight.

There was still time. A few precious seconds. And the attacker would use them.

The weapon swung again. But there was a fierce scream that broke through the air just before the weapon could hit Garrett. Along with a flying kick that landed heavily on the attacker’s face.

The attacker prepared to rise. But Dariel quickly swung his leg again. Pointing it at the attacker’s face. This time, however, after the attack landed there, the attacker did not move.

*

When Elice returned to her bedroom, she just hoped that her husband would come home as soon as possible. Somehow, her feelings became uncomfortable at that moment. Maybe it was because of what she had found in Garrett’s drawer? Perhaps. What was certain was that it caused an uneasy feeling in Elice’s heart. An uneasiness that quickly turned into restlessness.

Elice had just laid down. But a knock at the door made her stand up again.

“Come in.”

A maid hurried into Elice’s room. He approached the woman with a panicked look on his face.

“What is it?” Elice asked, her forehead wrinkling. Glancing over, she could see the maid’s body trembling. And his lips seemed pale as well.

“Mr. Garrett, madam.”

Elice froze. The uneasiness she had been feeling seemed to increase rapidly. Her heart thundered and her chest tightened.

“What’s wrong with my husband?”

The maid looked helplessly at Elice. “Mr. Garrett is in the hospital, madam.”

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