Chapter 147
“Boss, this gig’s a nightmare. All three of us got smacked, we have to ask for a raise when this is over p>
“No kidding. My face still stings. Damn it hurts like hell p>
“Boss, she’s about to pass out p>
“She took that super drug—they said she’d be out cold by now. Screw it, let’s finish this and enjoy ourselves p>
“Bang p>
Before any of them could get near Hannah, the locked bathroom door was kicked open.
The three of them froze, startled.
Standing in the doorway was an insanely gorgeous woman, brick in hand, fury written all over her face.
They stared, eyes lighting up.
Damn. Gorgeous. Like, really jaw-dropping.
Man, wouldn’t mind a taste of that—
But then they noticed the brick.
Gulping down their dirty thoughts, one tried to act tough. “Hey, didn’t you p>
Before he could get the sentence out, Lisette hurled the brick straight at his head.
And she didn’t hold back—she meant to crack his skull open.
He yelped and jumped back. That gave Lisette just enough space to rush in. She didn’t hesitate—one kick after another, right between their legs.
“Aaaugh p>
“Ooow p>
Their screams exploded through the restroom.
Hannah blinked up through her daze at a familiar face—Lisette’s. The last bit of strength in her gave out. She collapsed.
Lisette spotted her hitting the floor. Not knowing how bad things were, she didn’t waste a second.
With brutal precision, she launched into a whirlwind of attacks.
Despite their size and attempts to block, the three men all got nailed.
Every hit was horrifyingly accurate.
Clutching at themselves, the men howled, voices cracking.
“Shit… I’m done for p>
“Hannah p>
Lisette was by her side in an instant, knees hitting the tile as she reached out, fingers shaking as she checked her breathing.
Still breathing.
She let out a shaky breath. “Thank God p>
If anything had happened to Hannah, she would’ve taken her knife to those bastards and made sure they never touched a woman again.
Meanwhile, the men’s groins burned like they’d been crushed to powder. Faces pale and twisted in agony, they glared at the woman who looked like a fallen angel… an angel with rage.
No more leering. Now it was just fear, and pain.
“You crazy psycho one of them growled weakly.
“Lisette p>
“Lisette p>
Voices came from the door.
Owen and Gabriel stormed in, tailored suits and all. Without a pause, they charged straight into the women’s restroom.
“The hell? You creeps messing with someone under my watch? You’ve got a death wish p>
Owen spotted the shattered brick and grabbed it, not even flinching as he started swinging it with both hands like a madman, landing hit after hit on the three groaning thugs.
Gabriel glanced at him, made sure the idiots were under control, then went to help Lisette lift Hannah up.
Owen wasn’t much of a fighter, truth be told. His punches were wild and clumsy, more rage than skill.
But those three had already taken some serious damage from Lisette—especially in some very unfortunate spots. They were too weak to fight back.
Even Owen’s messy swings were too much for them now.
By the time he was done, faces were mashed in, bloodied and swollen beyond recognition.
A few minutes ago they were cocky.
Now, they were all on their knees, bawling like kids.
“Please, no more! We get it, we’re sorry p>
“We won’t do it again, we swear p>
“Please!”Lisette gave the three men a sideways glance and told Owen, “There are two more I knocked out outside. You can get them to talk. I’ll take Hannah to the hospital p>
“Got it. Leave this to me,” Owen nodded.
Gabriel helped Lisette get Hannah into the car. Lisette started the engine and sped toward the hospital.
Inside the hospital’s ER.
Hannah was undergoing gastric lavage. Elliot and Tobias had dropped everything and rushed over once they got the news.
“You okay?” Tobias walked straight up and gave Lisette a full once-over.
“I’m fine,” she replied, but then winced. “Hiss p>
She looked down.
Tobias was gently holding her hand, and her right index finger had a small scrape, fresh blood trickling out.
She hadn’t even noticed—been too worried about Hannah. But now that her attention was on it, the stinging pain really kicked in.
Lisette furrowed her brow. Facing him, she suddenly felt a bit wronged. “Probably scraped it when I swung the brick p>
Hearing that, Elliot piped up, “Boss, I’ll stay here and keep watch p>
“Alright,” Tobias said, already leading Lisette away to get her hand treated.
The hospital was packed. Even with an appointment, they had to sit and wait quite a while.
The doctor pushed his glasses up, eyed Lisette’s finger, and joked, “Missy, if you’d waited any longer, this wound might’ve healed itself p>
Lisette stared at him. Wow. What a comedian.
She could take a joke. Tobias, even more deadpan, simply said, “Please disinfect it p>
The doctor glanced back and forth between Tobias and Lisette, then grabbed a cotton swab and carefully dabbed on some antiseptic.
Finally, he covered the wound with a ridiculously cute band-aid.
Lisette looked down at the pink bunny sticker and chirped, “Thanks, doc. This one’s crazy adorable p>
“If you like it, that’s what matters,” the doctor chuckled, rubbing his nose awkwardly.
He didn’t say it, but that band-aid was meant to calm crying kids.
A slight beat of silence passed, then he added with a grin, “I’ve been a surgeon for years, seen all kinds of patients. But you? First time I’ve met someone with a guy fussing over a paper cut like this. Your boyfriend must really care about you p>
Lisette glanced over at Tobias.
He was staring at her. Their eyes met—and in that moment, she saw her reflection in his gaze, full of warmth.
Her heart melted a little. She turned to the doctor and gave a playful smile: “He’s not my boyfriend p>
The doctor blinked. “Uh p>
After all the drama he’d imagined in his head, he couldn’t help but wonder—if not her boyfriend, then what? Secret affair?
Lisette grinned slyly. “He’s my husband p>
The doctor: p>
Missy, you did that on purpose, didn’t you? Wanted me to spiral for a sec.
Before the doctor could recover fully from the surprise, the so-called husband slipped an arm around Lisette, pulled her in close, and corrected the record with a soft, almost smug tone: “That’s right. She’s my wife p>
Doctor: p>
Okay, big deal. You’re married. So am I. I’ve got a grouchy wife at home too, y’know.
Thanks to that little exchange, Lisette’s mood finally brightened. She and Tobias stepped out of the office and headed toward the ward to check in on Hannah.
As the elevator doors slid shut—
Tobias suddenly leaned in, pressing Lisette against the elevator wall—