The Divorcee Amazed the World

Helena hastily grabbed her coat and put it on, jumping off the bed to turn on the lights.

The thunderous light illuminated every person in the room.

Helena, panting heavily, saw the man who had just molested her – a rough-looking guy with dark skin, a robust physique, and an unattractive face.

Judging by his attire, he appeared to be a local.

The man holding the gun against the back of his head was Jay Santana, with a deep complexion, a crew cut, a handsome and stern face, and a powerful presence in a stylish black jacket.

It was Jay Santana.

Helena quickly closed her coat, fastened it, and tidied her messy hair before speaking, “Jay Santana, what are you doing here?”

“Over here to meet a client,” Jay replied calmly. He moved the gun to the man’s temple and sternly asked, “What’s your name?”

The man with trembling hands and rough lips muttered in a strong local dialect, “Mike.”

“Who sent you?” Jay pressed the gun against his temple, leaving a deep indentation.

Mike stammered, “No, no one sent me. It’s my own idea.”

“Tell the truth, or I’ll shoot you!” Jay threatened.

Mike, desperate and near tears, said, “Really, no one sent me. When I was digging soil in the tomb during the day, I saw her looking pretty, so I sneaked over when it got dark.”

“If you really want to die, I can fulfill your wish.” Jay coldly raised the gun.

Mike, terrified, could barely stand and dropped to his knees.

With his hands clasped in a begging gesture, he pleaded, “No, no one told me to do this. I just thought she looked good, and since she was living alone, I couldn’t control myself. I waited until the guards at the door left, and then I sneaked in. I didn’t plan to do anything to her; I just wanted to touch her. I hadn’t even taken off her clothes, and you came.”

Jay’s expression became increasingly stern. Suddenly, he kicked Mike, sending him sprawling on the ground.

Then, he ruthlessly kicked towards Mike’s legs.

This kick was directly aimed at a sensitive area.

Mike immediately felt intense pain, his face turned pale, and he clutched his crotch, wailing and rolling on the ground.

“Bang, bang, bang.”

Urgent footsteps were heard outside the door.

A bodyguard, holding a pack of cigarettes and panting, rushed in.

Upon seeing the chaotic scene, he was startled.

He quickly approached Helena, scrutinizing her up and down, and cautiously asked, “Are you okay?”

Helena shook her head.

The bodyguard kept apologizing, “I felt drowsy, so I went downstairs to buy a pack of cigarettes. Little did I know, in the blink of an eye, this scoundrel took advantage. Fortunately, you’re okay. If something happened, Mr. Santana would have to kill me…”

Before he could finish speaking, there was a slap.

Jay had slapped the bodyguard hard.

It happened so fast that the bodyguard only saw a flash, and suddenly, half of his face swelled.

Jay stood tall, his eyebrows cold, rebuking, “Don’t make excuses for your negligence! If I hadn’t coincidentally encountered this, do you know how serious the consequences could have been? If anything happened to her, your lives wouldn’t be enough to compensate!”

The bodyguard covered his face, not daring to make a sound.

Helena stared at Jay’s handsome and stern face, feeling indescribably moved.

Considering they had only met a few times, he cared so much about her.

She recalled his words: “You’re smarter than I imagined. You’ll become famous in the future.” Perhaps he valued talent, like those old experts in the museum who showed special consideration because they valued talent.

Or maybe it was because he had a strong sense of justice.

She didn’t want to presumptuously think that he liked her.

Another bodyguard, who was on the next shift and had heard the commotion, hurriedly put on his clothes and rushed over.

Seeing the situation, he turned pale with fright.NôvelDrama.Org content.

Before Jay could act, he slapped himself twice.