Chapter 106

Blood dripped from Christina’s mouth, panic seizing her heart. Alone in Nelson’s office, her cries for help unheard. Tears streamed down her face as fear overwhelmed her. Instead of thinking of her fiancé, Harvey, she thought of Andrew.

Suddenly, the office door crashed open. Christina and Nelson turned in shock as Andrew strode in, his expression cold. Without hesitation, he delivered a powerful kick to Nelson’s chest, sending him sprawling backward into his desk.

Christina stood frozen, eyes wide, staring at Andrew’s swift action. “W-What are you doing here?” she stammered, the sting of the injury on her face still sharp.

Andrew’s eyes were ice-cold. “Ms. Stevens, did you forget? You called me.”

“No, I mean… h-how did you get past security?” she stuttered.

“That’s irrelevant,” Andrew snapped. “What were you thinking, coming to this predator’s office alone?”

“I-I didn’t think,” Christina mumbled. “Please don’t be angry.”

“I’m not angry,” Andrew replied coldly. “I’m amazed at your recklessness.”

Christina bit her lip, silently enduring his scolding. His stern expression was intimidating, but she couldn't understand his anger when she was the victim.

Nelson groaned, struggling to rise, his face contorted with pain and rage. He growled, “How dare you hit me! I’ll make you pay!”

Christina gasped, tugging on Andrew’s arm. “Andrew, let’s go! Security is on its way.”

“Which hand did he use to strike you?” Andrew asked calmly.

“Huh?” Christina blinked, confused.

“Which hand?” Andrew repeated, his voice stronger, more commanding.

“His right hand,” she answered, flinching.

Without hesitation, Andrew stomped on Nelson’s right hand, a sickening crack echoing through the room. Nelson screamed, writhing in agony as his bone shattered.

Christina’s mind went blank, realizing his retaliation. Andrew pulled her toward the door. “He hit you, so I broke his hand. Seems fair.”

Nelson burst out behind them, screaming, “Security! Stop them!”

A dozen security guards rushed forward with batons, followed by bank employees, their hostile glares fixed on them. They froze at the sight of Nelson’s injury.

“Mr. O’Conner, w-what happened?”

Nelson clutched his injured hand, rage contorting his face. “You’re dead! I’m the manager of Jayrodale Bank! I can destroy you!”

Andrew’s response was swift and brutal. Two sharp slaps sent Nelson sprawling, blood and teeth gushing from his mouth as he landed with a thud.