30 Days Till I Divorce My Husband

Chapter 233

Why was Jason here? Estrella had just sent out a notification to everyone but him, and yet he showed up so swiftly.

The ringleader cornering Estrella spat on the ground with a vicious look and, gripping a metal pipe in hand, started towards the newcomer. As the ringleader got close to Jason, he brandished the pipe and sneered, “Who the hell are you? I’d advise you to mind your own-”

Before the man could finish his sentence, Jason raised the baseball bat in his hand and violently smashed it down towards the man’s head. Blood trickled from a gash on the man’s forehead the next second. His cronies were stunned, turning to stare at Jason with bewildered expressions.

The leader, brow furrowed and wiping the blood from his head, roared at his men, “What are you morons staring at? Get him!”

The remaining thugs, riled up by their leader’s command, charged at Jason with their own weapons raised.

Inside Estrella’s SUV, Keegan noticed their attackers had shifted focus and turned to Estrella, “Ms. Estrella, that guy looks like Mr. Jason.”

Estrella’s gaze was fixed ahead, “It’s him.”

With that confirmation, Keegan quickly unlocked the door, “I need to go help Mr. Jason.”

Estrella grabbed Keegan’s arm. Just as Keegan was about to protest, she handed tire iron from beside her seat. “Take this.” Ever since Jesse had been cornered by three years ago, they always kept some kind of weapon in their cars.

the vehicle, Keegan held her back, “Ms Estrella, your leg’s still healing. I can handle

south, Estrella’s safety could b compromised. Keegan’s priority was to ensure her protection, even as fear shook him from head to

closing the door, he reminded Estrella to lock it and not

heeded his advice, locking the door after

attacking Jason, swinging the tire iron. But he wasn’t cut out for fighting; instead

the passenger seat, Estrella watched anxiously.

a couple of knife slashes, his defense weakened, and he was pushed back towards Estrella’s SUV. Keegan was also taking a brutal beating. “Son of a bitch, you want to split my head open? I’m gonna finish you off today,” the

his teeth in pain, he leaned against the hood of Estrella’s white car.

and an urge

quickly shut it, ordering her sternly, “Lock the door.

was transported back to their school days when Jason would fearlessly protect her. It was as

with knives

a lump in her throat, but she complied, locking the door. If her leg had been healed, she

the ground taking punches, Estrella’s heart ached,

the assailants’ bravado escalated, Estrella’s resolve to expose those