Chapter 68

Robert Miller's hand was raised high, about to strike.

"Bang!"

A deafening explosion erupted behind him. His entire body jerked as he whipped his head around.

The car window had cracked into a spiderweb pattern. Two towering silhouettes stood outside the vehicle.

"Crash—"

Another impact shattered the glass completely.

A large, bony hand reached in, gripping Robert's collar with precision, yanking him out of the car.

Emily Smith sat frozen in the passenger seat, her pupils contracting violently.

Her door was suddenly wrenched open.

"Em—"

She looked up and met those familiar dark eyes. Her vision instantly blurred with unshed tears.

"William Johnson."

She threw herself into the man's arms, her voice trembling with suppressed sobs.

Every time danger struck, he descended like a guardian angel.

William bent slightly as she clung to his neck. The sound of his name brushed against his heart like a feather, stealing his breath.

"Is this why you rejected me?" His voice was icy, laced with fury. "For trash like him?"

Emily released him, biting her lip as she met his gaze.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

William's eyes softened slightly as they swept over her pale face.

"Are you hurt?"

She shook her head.

"Get out." He stepped back, his tone still rigid.

Emily obediently followed.

On the other side of the car, Sam Wilson and the bodyguards were delivering brutal kicks and punches to Robert. The man's howls mixed with the wind, creating a grotesque symphony.

Robert's face was covered in blood. When he saw them approaching hand in hand, his eyes widened in terror.

"How should we handle this?" William asked.

Robert suddenly dropped to his knees, kowtowing. "Vice President Johnson, spare me! I'll never dare again!"

Emily recoiled in disgust, hiding behind William.

"Send him to the police," she said coldly. "Charge him with attempted rape."

"No!" Robert's face turned ashen. "I just lost my head for a moment—"

William smirked. "Once is enough."

He wrapped an arm around Emily and turned away, instructing the bodyguards, "Make sure he gets at least ten years."

Inside the Rolls-Royce, Emily finally relaxed, glancing at the man beside her.

"Thank you."

William leaned back with closed eyes, frowning at her words. "Find a new line."

She opened her mouth but ultimately stayed silent, gazing out the window instead.

The night swallowed the wreckage on the overpass, dark as ink.