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.

back, “Ms Estrella,

a group of men, and if things went south, Estrella’s safety could b compromised. Keegan’s

courage, Keegan flung open the door and stepped out. Before closing the door, he reminded Estrella to lock it

advice, locking the door

tire iron. But he wasn’t cut out for fighting; instead of

seat, Estrella watched anxiously.

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 leader cursed, slashing

by someone on the side. Gritting his teeth in pain, he leaned against

an urge to help, she reached for the door

changed. He quickly shut it, ordering her sternly, “Lock the

protect her. It was as

the assailants closed in with knives and clubs, Jason’s fierce

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

up on the ground taking punches, Estrella’s heart ached, and tears welled up in her eyes. It was the

Estrella’s resolve to expose