Chapter 676
Chapter 676:
Yet Gabriela’s gaze never lingered on the bracelet. She closed the box with unhurried precision and handed it back, her tone cool and unwavering. “Mr. Howard, I must ask you not to visit me again. And please—stop bringing me gifts. I can’t accept these luxuries p>
Matthew faltered when she pressed the bracelet box back into his palm.
Gabriela’s voice carried no warmth as she stated, “Please leave. I have work to do and won’t be seeing you out p>
Sliding into her chair, she powered on her computer and focused on the screen as if he were already gone.
Even when he finally turned to leave, she never once looked up.
Moments later, a sharp knock sounded at the door. Brock Shaw, Kaleb’s assistant, stepped in with a stack of files. “Ms. Haynes, the documents are ready. Should we head out p>
“Yes, let’s go p>
Gabriela gathered her things, smoothed her desk, and walked with him toward the lobby.
Their car waited in the plaza. Brock gestured for her to wait by the roadside. “Stay here a moment. I’ll pull the car out p>
She lingered at the curb, unaware that danger was already closing in.
T𝗿en𝗱іn𝘨 ոо𝘃е𝗅s 𝘰𝗻
Beneath the scorching sun, Dustin crouched behind the plaza wall, his patience long since frayed.
When he spotted Gabriela alone, his eyes gleamed with malice. Clutching a heavy bottle of sulfuric acid, he charged forward with a furious shout.
Gabriela reacted instantly, bolting toward the building’s entrance where security usually stood watch.
Dustin, wielding acid instead of a blade this time, grew impatient after only a few strides. With a savage twist, he wrenched the cap open and hurled the contents at her back.
A wild thought seized him: once acid scarred Gabriela’s beauty, she would never seduce another man again.
“Gabriela, watch out!” Matthew’s voice cut through the chaos as he lunged into the scene.
In a heartbeat, Matthew shoved Gabriela aside and struck Dustin with a sharp kick that sent him sprawling.
The bottle slipped from Dustin’s grasp, crashing to the ground. Acid splattered across the pavement, narrowly missing Gabriela.
A sizzling hiss filled the air as droplets landed on Dustin’s own hand. Flesh burned away instantly, corroding down to bone—proof of just how deadly the solution was.
Dustin writhed on the ground, his screams splitting the air, sharp enough to turn heads across the plaza.
At the same time, the acid seared into Matthew’s arm, eating through his skin at a terrifying speed.
Gabriela snatched out her phone, calling an ambulance with shaking fingers.
She then bolted into a nearby shop, grabbed a jug of purified water, and rushed back to flush the burning liquid from Matthew’s arm.
The pain overwhelmed him, and he slumped into unconsciousness.
Onlookers restrained Dustin, who thrashed like a madman, his mouth pouring filth and fury.
“Gabriela, so long as I’m still breathing, I’ll tear you down and drag you into hell!” he bellowed.
Gabriela refused to acknowledge him, her focus pinned on Matthew’s limp body.
Relief surged through the crowd when sirens cut through the chaos—police and medics arriving almost at once.