“Hutton, protect Valeria."

Rosalynn stretched her muscles and let out a sigh. She finally found an outlet for her pent-up anger.

If someone dared to provoke her, they would soon regret it.

Knowing Rosalynn's capability to fight, Hutton quickly pulled Valeria to safety, understanding that it was best to stay out of Rosalynn's way.

Valeria's eyes sparkled with excitement. Having witnessed Rosalynn's strength before, she couldn't help but feel thrilled.

“Go, Rosalynn!"

Rosalynn observed the three men, anticipating their attacks. As soon as they rushed at her, she effortlessly dodged their blows and swiftly knocked them down.

The surrounding crowd erupted in applause, their cheers and whistles filling the air.

Anger surged within the stout man. His face contorted with fury and humiliation. He snatched a wine bottle from the table, his meaty fingers tightening around its slender neck. With a menacing glare that pierced the air, he lunged forward, ready to smash it against the back of Rosalynn's head.

“Look out, Rosalyn

Hutton's eyes snapped wide in alarm. He called out to Rosalynn and ran to her.

But someone beat him to it.

As Rosalynn was just beginning to react to Hutton's shout, a tall figure darted from the surrounding crowd and swept her up in his arms.

Crash!

The cacophony of shattering glass was heard, followed by panicked cries from bystanders.

A familiar aroma filled Rosalynn's senses and she momentarily froze.

Could it be Brian?

Raising her gaze, she caught sight of a chiseled jawline.

“Brian?”

The name slipped from Rosalynn's Lips, her vision swimming.

Brian glanced down into her eyes and tightened his hold on her.

Turning his attention to the attacker, he found the man pinned to the floor by Edwin, his hands immobilized and his voice shrill with pain.