Chapter 616
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You can’t afford me now
Chapter 616:
As a skilled dancer, her movements were not only graceful but precise, wielding her physical strength with exacting control. Her limbs were restrained, yet not completely immobilized.
A powerful kick from Hadley sent young Astrid flying backward, landing her directly against a wooden crate with a resounding crash.
The impact was so severe it seemed her spine might have cracked.
âAh, ahâ¦â
Struggling for breath, Astrid clutched her abdomen, her voice seething with anger as she pointed at Hadley. âYouâll regret this, just waitâ¦â
Then, turning her head with difficulty, she called out, âSoren!â
âRight here!â
Soren, a typical street tough, hadnât strayed too far. He burst into the room upon hearing Astrid shout.
âWhatâs wrong, Astrid?â He looked from Astrid to Hadley. âDid she doâ¦?â
âTake off her clothes!â
Astrid grimaced in pain, fury contorting her features. âAnd start taking pictures!â
âButâ¦â
âDo it now!â
âAlright, alright!â
Without hesitation, Soren stepped forward, cracking his wrists in preparation.
âYou think youâre brave for attacking Astrid?â He sneered at Hadley. âWeâll see how strong you really are!â
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Sorenâs approach was far more aggressive than Astridâs. With a swift motion, he grasped Hadleyâs collar and ripped it, tearing her shirt apart.
Chilled by the sudden exposure to cold air, Hadley couldnât help but shiver.
âHa!â
With a sneer, Soren was about to continue when a deafening sound erupted.
It was like an explosion, reverberating through the warehouse and causing everything to shake. Everyone froze for a moment.
âWhat the⦠was that an earthquake?â Soren looked over at Astrid, puzzled.
Then, another thunderous crash resonated.
âTheyâre ramming the door!â Soren shouted, suddenly understanding.
He rushed towards the entrance.
However, his steps halted abruptly. His face registered total shock. A black car, its front battered and dented, was hurtling directly toward them, unstoppable.
âShit!â
In a desperate move, Soren dodged to the side, barely escaping the carâs path!
He and Astrid tumbled into a disorganized pile.
The black car screeched violently as it crashed into a stack of crates, coming to a halt amidst a rising cloud of dust.
Choking on the dust, Astrid stammered, âWho is that?â
As the car door flew open, Eric emerged swiftly.
Soren recognized him. âThatâs the guy who was after us!â
Astridâs face contorted with anger. âYou were supposed to shake him off!â
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