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.

Estrella was also preparing to exit the vehicle, Keegan held her back, “Ms Estrella, your leg’s still healing. I can handle this. Just keep the doors

things went south, Estrella’s safety could b compromised. Keegan’s priority was to ensure her protection, even as fear

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

the

attacking Jason, swinging the tire iron. But he wasn’t

seat,

but after 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

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

beat. Overcome with worry and an urge to help, she reached

the door, Jason’s expression changed. He quickly shut it, ordering her sternly, “Lock the door. Don’t

days when Jason would fearlessly protect her. It was as if

in with knives and

door. If her leg had been healed, she would have been out there

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

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