As soon as he thought of this, Joshua Hughes's deep eyes burned with a towering fury, as if he would reduce this world to ashes.
He swept a calm glance at the alley. They had just gotten out of the car, and he could still feel the lingering warmth of her on the seat. They hadn't gone far. Striding into the alley, the car wouldn't just stop here for no reason.
His large hand reached for his waist, gripping a small handgun. Today, he was going to unleash hell. Whoever dared to touch his beloved woman, he would send them down to the Inferno...
A slender and graceful silhouette lay fallen on the ground. Even though she was in a daze, Avery Jane instinctively clutched her shawl tightly.
Suddenly, her small hand was ruthlessly kicked away, and then a pair of brown old leather shoes viciously stepped on her delicate white hand, almost breaking it. A scream like a nightingale's wail pierced the air, making hearts tremble.
