Dumping My Fiancé For His Uncle

Thea stayed perfectly still, gripping the fruit knife in her hand ever more tightly, her cold swear beginning to soak the

handle.

She had already mapped out how to strike with maximum speed and force. Her approach was simple. If it came down to dying, she'd at least make sure Just as the closet door cracked "ok one of them with her.

open and a sliver of light seeped. Thea's breathing quickened. At that exact moment, a

clear, bright voice sounded close to her ear. "Thea, I'm here to get you out of this. It was Joyce.

This crazy girl, Thea thought, She actually managed to escape but came back here, risking her life again just to save me? She must be out of her mind.

"Rescue who?" Chad's tone was mocking, like he'd just heard a joke. "Looks like your friend's pretty fond of you, huh? Perfect!

way to hell. She can be a warm-up for my blade. You two can keep rach other company on the

As Chad's footsteps receded, Thea knew she couldn't let her guard down for a second. The moment she pushed open the closet door, her mind was made up. She would protect Joyce at all costs, even if it meant sacrificing herself.

But instead of the pained cries she anticipated outside the bedroom door, there was only the sound of bodies hitting the

floor.

"Joyce Thea rushed out. Chad and his henchman were already sprawled out on the ground..

Joyce dusted off her hands, and after confirming that Thea was unharmed, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. Her eyes sparkled with tears. "Thank goodness you're okay. I was so scared I'd be too late. "Why did you do that, Thea? You had the only chance to escape, and you gave it to me!"

Chad was now pinned to the ground, helpless. The boy in front of her looked young, but Thea hadn't expected such agility and strength from him.

Thea was stunned. They were after me to begin with. Of course, I had to make sure you wouldn't get dragged into this. Joyce, where on earth did you find someone with skills like this?

The boy had single-handedly taken Chad and his lackeys down with ease. She didn't know much about others, but Chad was Corey's trusted enforcer. For him to be tossed around like a rag doll was astonishing.

Joyce glanced at the boy, and a faint blush colored her cheeks. His name's Jamie Miller. He lives on the 18th floor. Luckily, we ran into a good-hearted person this time. Otherwise, I have no idea how I could've saved you, Thea. You can't do something so dangerous ever again."

Jamie didn't interrupt their emotional reunion. Instead, he efficiently bound Chad and his men, leaving them packaged and ready for the police.

"Mr. Miller, thank you. Not only for helping Joyce rescue me but also for your willingness to lend a hand, Thea said, feeling genuinely appreciative. It was rare to encounter someone so helpful, especially considering that Jamie was a complete stranger to them. Nicolas arrived shortly after, alongside the police. He'd made a nightly video-call arrangement with Thea, and his keen instincts had set off alarm bells after three unanswered calls.

The broken lock at the door, showing clear signs of forced entry, made his heart sink. He strode in only to find Thea chatting casually with another man. At that moment, Nicolas's face darkened to an ominous shade.

the second she saw him. Yet she was one to reveal her emotions easily, and noticing the "Nicolas!" Thea's eyes lit up tension in Nicolas's expression, she merely clutched the edge of her dress tightly. 91%

Nicolas didn't break stride. Pulling Thea into his arms, he looked down at Chad and the others neatly lined up on the floor immediately understood what had just taken place. "I should have been here sooner. I failed to protect you. Are you hurt, Thea?*

Joyce watched the striking couple with envy, feeling, for the first time, a spark of longing to find someone for herself. Not that the idea was entirely new. She was already gravitating towan Jamie.

"I'm fine." Thea replied, unaware of the silent waves shifting around her. At that moment, her focus was entirely on Nicolas's stern profile. "And we owe it all to Mr. Miller this time."

Nicolas's initial tension eased upon hearing Jamie's story. Dressel in a sharp suit, he stood in stark contrast to Jamie's youthful, clean-cut student look, yet it was hard to say who inade a stronger impression. Most onlookers, however, found their gaze drawn to Nicolas. There was an undeniable allure in his maturity.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

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"Mr. Miller, thank you for saving my wife, Nicolas said, extending his gratitude, a rare occurrence. "If you assistance, feel free to reach out to Hendrix Group. I'd be more than willing to help"

For a fresh-faced college student, Nicolas's offer was like manna from heaven, but Jamie only gave a shy, honest smile. scratching his head. "I just did what anyone would. Besides, it's actually my job."

Job? Nicolas's gaze narrowed slightly. If Jamie had accepted his offer eagerly, he might not have been so curious. But Jamie's casual deflection piqued his interest.

His next words held a hint of probing. "Mr. Miller, may I ask where you work? To handle these men so efficiently shows you've got skill."

Before Jamie could reply, Joyce stepped forward protectively. "Mr. Hendrix,' she interrupted, blocking Nicolas's line of sight to Jamie, "he's just had a tough fight, and he's exhausted. Any questions can wait. Don't you think?"

Even Thea, normally oblivious to romantic undertones, noticed Joyce's protective stance. Joyce was usually so terrified of Nicolas that she'd scurry off like a mouse at the sight of a cat. Now, though, she was eagerly jumping to Jamie's defense. Thea chuckled with genuine amusement. "Joyce, I don't think I've ever seen you this...charitable."

"What do you mean?" Joyce stammered, a blush creeping onto her face. "I'm always like this! Just doing my best to follow the fine example of the police!"

Logan, a seasoned officer handling the situation, called out from where he was cuffing one of the suspects. Jamie! Stop standing there and get over here!"

Only then did Thea learn that Jamie was fresh from the police academy and had taken an internship at a nearby precinct, which was why he rented a place just a floor below them. It was such a coincidence.

Logan was very sharp. While Jamie might not recognize Nicolas Logan had seen his face in finance magazines a dozen

times over.

After dumping the grunt work onto Jamie, Logan sidled up to Nicolas with a look of keen respect. Mr. Hendrix, what would you suggest we do with these men?"

Logan wasn't just trying to curry favor with Nicolas. He genuinely faced a dilemma. He knew what the snake tattoos on Chad and his men's necks represented, and neither side was one he could afford to antagonize "Attempted armed robbery and breaking and entering should be more than enough to put them away for a good stretch," Logan began, then hesitated.

Jamie, in the middle of slapping on a pair of handcuffs, didn't miss a beat as he cut in, his young idealism flashing. "What's there to hesitate about? These crimes are serious. They deserve at least a ten-year sentence, minimum. ☐☐ INOV

Jamie's too young to realize what he's getting into. It's better to leave the decision in the hands of Nicolas someone with the authority to handle it, Logan thought.

Wiping a sheen of nervous sweat from his brow, Logan replied. He's a bit impulsive. Mr. Hendrix, I think it's best if you call

the shots here."

Nicolas's lips curved into a slight smile. "I think Mr. Miller is absolutely right. But ten years sounds too lenient. My legal team will see to it that they serve every day of a life sentence."

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