Chapter 13: The Rescuer’s Resolve
Kneeling on the cold marble, the man in the tuxedo locked out the chaotic noise of the crumbling party, focusing entirely on the woman in his arms. His mind raced with strategies, calculations, and a fierce pledge of vengeance. He knew the legal system could be bought, that powerful people often escaped accountability through expensive lawyers and intimidation tactics. Therefore, he resolved to be the instrument of justice himself if necessary.
He brushed a stray tear from her cheek, his expression softening momentarily before hardening into an expression of unyielding steel. Every second she lay there in pain fueled his anger toward the woman in red standing above. He had witnessed the exact moment of the push, positioning him as the star witness whose testimony could dismantle the empire the aggressors had spent a lifetime building.
His physical presence shielded her from further harm as other guests awkwardly hovered at a distance. He was a pillar of strength in a room full of cowards, proving that true loyalty existed even in the most corrupt environments. His quiet dedication whispered a promise of safety and retribution that gave the injured woman the strength to keep fighting for consciousness.
