NovelGoldChapter 435
Seeing how things stood, Stella didn't refuse again.
She slid into Neville's car, murmured an address, and closed her eyes.
Her mind was foggy, her body weak and drained.
Leaning back in the passenger seat, Stella drifted off to sleep almost instantly.
She had no idea how much thad passed before someone gently shook her awake.
"Star, wake up."
Stella forced her eyes open. For a moment, her mind was blank-she couldn't even recall where she was.
But soon, the memory of Abby's predicament rushed back.
"Are we there?" she asked, her movements sluggish as she unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out of the car.
The moment her feet touched the ground, her legs gave out, nearly sending her tumbling.
A slender, pale hand reached out just in time, steadying her.
"Star, are you sure you can walk?" Neville's usually playful eyes were suddenly serious. "Maybe you should wait
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇthere. I'll go find her."
She looked so fragile, Neville thought, that a breeze could knock her over.
Stella shook her head, eyes shut as she caught her breath. "No need. | just need a moment."
A minute later, she reopened her eyes.
"Let's go."
They found Abby in a private lounge, cornered by several bodyguards.
Her cheeks were swollen and red, clear evidence she'd been slapped more than once.
One of the young men in the room—a spoiled rich kid by the look of him—sat with a white bandage wrapped
around his head. His glare at Abby was full of menace. "So, you called for backup? I'd like to see who dares take
you out of here tonight!"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the door swung open.
A pale woman and a strikingly handsome, nonchalant man walked in.
The instant Mr. Hunter saw Stella, his eyes lit up with predatory delight. "Well, well. Even prettier than the last
one."
He smirked, giving Stella a slow, appraising look-like a wolf sizing up fresh prey.
Mr. Hunter had always been notorious for his lechery. Whenever a beautiful woman crossed his path, he'd stop at
nothing to get what he wanted.
Earlier that evening, he'd spotted Abby in the hallway and dragged her into the lounge without hesitation.
The Hunter family was a prominent nin New Vespera, and with his family always cleaning up his
messes, Mr. Hunter had ar velo
bolder over time.
As he schemed how best to get his hands on this new beauty, a sudden, icy stare cut through his thoughts.
He'd been so fixated on Stella that he hadn't even noticed Neville enter the room with her.
Annoyed at the interruption, Mr. Hunter turned to see who dared draw his
attention away-only to lock eyes with Neville.
He froze, then his eyes widened in shock.
"Mr... Mr. Connolly?!"
A visible shudder ran through Mr. Hunter.
"M-Mr. Connolly, what brings you here?"
Neville cast him a disinterested glance. "What, am | not welcome?"
All traces of arrogance vanished from Mr. Hunter's face. He shot to his feet flustered and obsequious. "Of course
you are! It's an honor to have you here, sir. Please-take a seat."
Neville's tone was casual, almost bored. "No need. I'm just here to pick someone up."
Everyone in the room knew what that meant, and exactly who Neville had come
for.
Mr. Hunter's face stiffened, panic
flickering in his eyes. "Mr... Mr. Connolly, I'm so sorry. | didn't realize this lady was a friend of yours. Please
forgivefor any offense."
He barked at his bodyguards, “What are you waiting for? Let her go, now!"
The bodyguards didn't dare hesitate. They immediately released Abby.
Abby looked utterly disheveled. Clutching her red, swollen cheek, she whispered, "Sorry, Star. I've dragged you
into this again."
These days, men like Mr. Hunter-thugs who acted like they owned the world— were thankfully a dying breed.
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