My Husband Is a Gary Stu

As the man pounced on her, Genevieve slammed onto the ground. Excruciating pain shot up her right arm.

The man tore at her clothes while sniggering away.

Hans' gang was evil. They promised a safe return after receiving the ransom, but everything else wasn't guaranteed.

Right then, Genevieve also recalled that the kidnapped daughter of the wealthy businessman had been violated during captivity.

Alas, the wealthy businessman could only swallow the humiliation. If he were to pursue the matter, his daughter might be targeted by the kidnappers again.

Not only were Genevieve's hands bound tightly, but her right arm was also dislocated. Therefore, she couldn't struggle at all.

At the sight of that scene, Harry promptly charged over, wanting to use his body to knock the man away. However, he wasn't the latter's match at all. With a single blow, the man sent him flying far away.

Seizing that opportunity, Genevieve watched for her chance. She snapped her head up and bit the man's ear hard.

The man wailed in pain. Forcefully yanking her away, he slapped her across the face. Then, he seized her neck ruthlessly with a hand while jerking at her jeans with the other.

“Don't touch her!” Harry roared. He scrambled up from the ground and rushed at the man once more.

Noticing that he resembled a furious little beast, the man cursed. He dropped his hold on Genevieve and swung his fist at Harry's face.

After Harry had been pummeled for a while, a burst of violence abruptly exploded from within him. His hands broke free from the loosened ropes, and he punched the man in the face. Pinning the latter to the ground, he rained blows on him.

“Didn't I tell you not to touch her? Yet, you didn't listen!”

With every hit at the man, the violence emanating from Harry intensified. His eyes were scarlet like those of a vampire's.

Even the man, who lived on the edge every day, grew terrified. Fear showed in his eyes.

Grabbing the man's right hand, Harry twisted it viciously. Before the man could wail in agony, he took another hit to the face. Blood spurted out of his mouth, and he passed out cold.

Warm blood splattered into Harry's eyes. He lifted his hands and rubbed his eyes, sensing his mind clearing significantly.

Turning around, he saw Genevieve, who was lying on the ground, gaping at him blankly. He was likewise stupefied for a few seconds before realizing that his hands were stained with blood and his body reeked of the coppery smell.

As he stared at his bloodstained hands, his face suddenly went pale. “I... I killed someone...”

“No, he's still alive. Besides, he's a heinous kidnapper. It's fine even if you had killed him.” Afraid that he would suffer a breakdown, Genevieve endured the pain and consoled him.

She merely had a vague sense that she had once seen a similar burst of violence as the one Harry just displayed. That was why she was stunned earlier.

She then called him over to help untie her.