Ethan had been searching for an opportunity to take revenge. Unexpectedly, fate had led him to encounter Freya here.

Well, since they had crossed paths, she was still in a wheelchair. It seemed the news about Freya falling off the cliff and nearly dying was true after all.

If he took action against her now, could she resist?

Ethan couldn't wait to just kill Freya right there and then. He looked at her with eyes filled with malice. "You made me suffer so much. This time, let's see where you can escape to."

With those words, he turned around and waved to several friends behind him.

Although he was penniless before, recently he had plenty of money. Treating these friends to meals, going wild in nightclubs, these people would gladly fawn over him.

"Bind her up for me, find a random hotel room, throw her in there. I want to 'train' this little sl*t properly."

Freya glanced back and noticed Ethan wasn't alone. Several muscular men followed him, looking like seasoned fighters.

She furrowed her brows. She would have easily dealt with these guys when she wasn't injured, but now, with her current condition and Ella gone, it would be difficult to handle them.

Ethan rubbed his nose, his smile sinister. "If you're truly capable, try to run away again."

Freya wanted to run, but with her current state, she couldn't even move, and even if she could, she'd be caught after a few steps.

Being in Ethan's hands now wasn't ideal. She couldn't run, couldn't fight back. What should she do?

Freya scanned her surroundings and spotted Linda not far away. She was about to call out for help but hesitated.

No, Linda seemed fragile. If she called her over, she might also be victimized.

At this point, she had to rely on her wits.

Freya bit her lip, pondering how to get out of this situation, when suddenly a man descended from the second floor, accompanied by several bodyguards, indicating his extraordinary status.

She blinked, deciding to take a gamble. Retrieving a few silver needles from her body, she unexpectedly jabbed them into the muscular man approaching him.

"Aah!" A sharp scream, and the man rolled on the ground. Freya seized the opportunity, maneuvering her wheelchair closer to the man.

Whether she could leave here smoothly today, all hopes were pinned on this man.

"Useless! Capture her for me!" Ethan roared in frustration, watching his writhing friend on the ground, before leading the chase.

Freya watched Ethan approaching, and in the moment the man descended from the stairs, she grabbed his sleeve, pleading pitifully.

"Sir, someone wants to hurt me, please help."

The air seemed to freeze at that moment. Freya, consumed by her plea, didn't even notice the man above her, his face gloomy.

The man stayed silent, his expression unreadable.

The threatening voice of Ethan echoed from ahead, "Freya, if you know what's good for you, come obediently. Otherwise, I'll have people strip off your clothes right now."

Freya couldn't help but shiver at the lewd threat.

As she lifted her head, her gaze met the man's deep, profound eyes, which seemed to pierce into her very soul, evaluating her with a profound intensity.

The man wore a deep gray suit, tall and well-built like Bradley. But what stood out was his incredibly handsome face, though slightly inferior to Bradley's, it still fit the description of 'handsome' perfectly.

Most importantly, his hands were like those of a pianist, with distinct knuckles, slender and delicate. His wrist adorned an expensive wristwatch, estimated to be worth at least seven figures.

This was a man of nobility and elegance, exuding a strong aura, sending shivers down Freya's spine.

After a brief moment, the man's lips parted softly. "Let go."

Freya hesitated, perplexed by the unexpected command.

Shouldn't a gentleman extend a helping hand in times like these?

But to her surprise...

This man had ordered her to release her grip?

And his eyes held not an ounce of pity, but rather an inexplicable disdain.

What was happening?

Had she failed to appear sufficiently pitiful, or was her appearance somehow lacking?

It couldn't be. Despite her injuries, her face remained unchanged!

Clearly, because Freya hadn't loosened her hold, the man's gaze narrowed, signaling to the bodyguards beside him.

In no time, four burly men surrounded Freya, eyeing the spot where his hand held hers with a dangerous intent.

Freya chuckled awkwardly, about to let go, when she spotted Ethan charging toward her. She abandoned caution and burst into tears.

"Darling, please don't leave me. I promise to be good and never cause you trouble again."

That term of endearment left everyone stunned.

The man's expression darkened imperceptibly, his gaze turning cold as he looked down at her. "What are you talking about?"

Freya's acting intensified. "I know you find me unattractive now that I'm injured, but once I'm healed, I'll take better care of myself and won't embarrass you."

As Ethan approached, he paused at the sight of Freya crying and holding hands with a stranger.

What kind of drama was this?

Beside him, one of Ethan's men asked, "Should we still grab her, boss?"

"Grab her. Bring her to me," Ethan muttered. He knew Freya's tricks too well after being outsmarted by her several times.

Was she attempting to gain this man's favor for help?

But judging by his cold gaze, he had no intention of assisting her.

Ethan smirked knowingly. Today, he would settle scores and clear all grievances.

One of Ethan's men seized Freya's shoulder. She turned, crying even more pitifully.

Perhaps due to the commotion, a crowd quickly gathered.

Taking advantage of the moment, Freya continued to wipe her tears, attempting to evoke sympathy.

"I don't want to lose you, darling. What's wrong with me? Can't I change for the better?"

"Please don't let them take me away, don't abandon me to another man."

"I've worked so hard to help you reach where you are now. Can't you see I'm more than just a tool for your advancement?"

Now, murmurs and whispers spread among the onlookers.

"Oh my, even if you're breaking up, you shouldn't be so cruel."

"Exactly, they were in love once, weren't they?"

"That's true. Even if the love has faded, you shouldn't just hand her over to someone else."

Some righteous individuals couldn't bear to stay silent and offered advice to the man in the gray suit.

"Hey buddy, as men, we shouldn't forget our roots. Your girlfriend helped you rise to the top, and now that you've succeeded, it's just plain wrong to cast her aside like this."

Lance Fenton's mouth twitched, his expression turning ominously dark. With a cold, piercing gaze, he looked at Freya before signaling to his bodyguards.