Meeting The One For Me

Before they reached the door, the middle–aged man who had been bitten by Daphne picked up the ashtray and swung it toward Audrey’s head.

“Audrey!” Nathan kicked away the security guard blocking his path and then shielded Audrey in his arins. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

The ashtray smashed hard on Nathan’s head. His brain buzzed as if someone had forcefully pressed the shutdown button. His vision darkened, and blood flowed down his forehead.

Audrey turned back and saw Nathan, who had covered her, suddenly collapse weakly from behind. Instinctively, she reached out to grab him. The middle–aged man who had wielded the ashtray viciously raised it again and swung it toward Audrey.

“Audrey! Watch out!”

Daphne, who had already fled to the door, was dragged away just as she screamed.

Audrey heard Daphne’s scream and looked up. The bloodied ashtray was only twenty centimeters away from her. She was suddenly pulled backward and slammed into a warm

arms.

A familiar scent enveloped Audrey. Before she could react, she saw a large hand wearing a steel chain watch grab the hand of the middle–aged man holding the ashtray.

Ryan.

Audrey’s pupils trembled as she looked up at Ryan’s cold and stern face. He was really here.

“Audrey!” Azure hurriedly pulled Audrey to the door.

In the dim and noisy environment, the middle–aged man looked at the unexpected newcomer with a surprised expression. “You… you are…

Before the middle–aged man could finish his sentence, Ryan’s expression remained indifferent as he grabbed the man’s head and slammed it toward the glass coffee table. The table shattered, and Ryan grabbed the man’s collar and lifted him up.

Ryan, nearly two meters tall, exuded an overwhelming sense of pressure just by standing there. The middle–aged man couldn’t even stand on tiptoe.

“Mr… Mr. Lambert… I was wrong…” The middle–aged man’s consciousness blurred, and he could barely speak.

Ryan’s eyes were cold and indifferent, as if he were looking at a dead man.

He delivered two punches to the middle–aged man’s face without holding back. The man lost consciousness without even struggling, and his body went limp as if he were trash, tossed aside by Ryan.

The Night Palace staff, accompanied by security personnel, rushed in and controlled the situation.

Ryan glanced at his injured, bloodied hand. He seemed unconcerned about it, and shook off the glass shards.

“Who dares to cause trouble at the Night Palace?” the head of security shouted.

Noticing Ryan’s narrow and stern gaze, the head of security tensed up. He didn’t say anything but quietly instructed to have the troublemakers taken away.

Ryan turned around. His eyes dark and brooding, still filled with hostility, stared at Audrey. Ryan, who seemed aggressive and vicious before her, stirred up an indescribable emotion in Audrey, as if she were meeting Ryan for the first time.

This was the first time she had seen Ryan fight, as if he didn’t care about the other person’s life or death.