Chapter 1538

Blair took a closer look at the book and was stunned. ‘Why is there a medical book here? We don’t

even have a department of medicine!’

Right at that moment, a soldier kicked the hand Liam held the knife in.

Neither Liam nor Blair saw it coming. The knife was dropped on the floor.

Uttering a heartrending cry, Liam staggered and bumped into a bookshelf, with Blair still under his

control. He bumped his left arm on the shelf. Blair was tugged with him. He still had an arm wrapped

around her, high, near her shoulders. Boom! Her head hit the shelf, and she saw stars.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. It wasn’t long before

Blair was pulled to her feet and wrapped in a man’s warm arms.

With her blurry eyes, Blair saw Wesley’s fantastic physique. ‘Wow, he’s really hot, ‘ she thought.

Wesley held her in his arms and kicked Liam hard in the gut.

Wesley’s attack sent Liam flying into the bookshelf, knocking it over.

Moving to protect Blair, Wesley snaked an arm around her waist and guided her away from the falling

books.

Two of Wesley’s men jumped on Liam, pinning him to the floor.

Soon, the police came, and Liam was cuffed and stuffed.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Wesley helped Blair walk to a seat to rest. Supporting her head with one arm, she closed her eyes to

steady herself, still dizzy from the impact of the bump.

After Blair was seated by the table, Wesley gave his statement to the police. As soon as he left, his

men trotted over to Blair and asked with concern, “You all right? We can take you to the infirmary if you

want.”

Blair opened her eyes to find that she was surrounded by a crowd of young men wearing silly grins.

Startled, she sat up immediately and replied, “I’m fine. I’LL go Later.”

Talbot Prescott, Wesley’s right-hand man, squeezed to the front of the throng and sat on his haunches.

He said, “You were so calm back there.

You gotta be the bravest girl I’ve ever seen.”

Wesley turned around occasionally to make sure his men were behaving.

That was when he saw that they were crowding around Blair, talking and

Laughing.

There was a blood streak on her neck, a bruise on her forehead.

Besieged with concerned questions from the young officers, she looked nervous.

Wesley strode over and demanded, “What’s going on? She’s hurt and doesn’t need you guys bugging

her. Talbot, Bowman, send Bl…er… her to the infirmary.”

“Yes, sir!” the brothers, Talbot and Bowman Prescott answered, standing to attention and saluting when

they got Wesley’s orders.

The rest of the crowd Lined up and marched towards the playground.