Nikolai turned toward her, his expression a storm of concern and barely contained fury. "Of course I'm here, Natalya. Did you think I wouldn't come when I heard my daughter was attacked?" His gaze flicked to me, assessing, calculating. "Thank you, young man, for saving her."
I gave a slight nod, the movement sending a twinge through my chest. "Boss, I was just doing my job."
Nikolai's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't press further. Instead, he turned his full attention back to Natalya, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous tone. "Who was it, Natalya? Who dared to lay a hand on you?"
Natalya's jaw tightened, her voice dripping with venom. "It was Igor, Dad. That snake thought he could—"
