Chapter 288 Dirty Work

Kerr rushed to Ashley, who was not too far from him, when someone forced open the door. To protect himself, he picked up a fruit knife from the table and held it to her throat.

"Andrew, you are here! You are faster than I thought. It looks like she really means a lot to you," he remarked.

Johnny came in after Andrew, and behind him was a group of robust bodyguards. Wearing decent black suits, they looked like hatchet men.

The two men, who were going to molest Ashley, went nuts when they saw the new group of men. They cowered behind Kerr and held their breaths.

'What happened?

We were just asked to relish this woman.

Who the hell are these guys?' one of them thought to himself.

Realizing there was a knife on her throat, Ashley snapped back to her senses. 'It is Andrew! He is here. He has come to my rescue.'

She looked at him and murmured his name.

She forgot about the knife on her throat when she looked into Andrew's eyes.

"My dear Andrew, I have your woman now! How do you feel about that? Do you want to save her?"

Kerr mocked Andrew. The latter was rattled when he saw that his Ashley was under threat, but he quickly regained his composure.

"What do you want?" Andrew's voice was as cold as ice, making the people around him tremble.

A few months ago, even Kerr would have shaken at the sound of his menacing voice, but now, everything was different.

Now, he had lost everything. The women he loved and cherished were gone, so he had nothing to live for and therefore, nothing to be afraid of. Emboldened by this thought, he spat, "What do I want? I want you to kneel down in front of me. Will you kneel for her sake? I want to see if she is worth it."

Ignoring him completely, Andrew stared at Ashley and comforted her in a warm voice, "Don't be afraid. Do you trust me?"

Ashley

iss Mu.'

Greyson arrived at the house at the same time they had entered the building. Seeing that the place was swarming with bodyguards, he knew that Andrew had already arrived.

As expected, he saw Andrew holding a woman tightly in his arms.

He moved towards him. "Andrew, is Ashley okay?"

he asked, casting a furtive glance at Ashley's frail figure.

His blood boiled with rage.

Ashley's face was red and swollen. There was still a trace of blood on her mouth. Her clothes were torn and her bruised body looked awful. 'Is this really my little pretty?

How dare they treat her this way! They have tortured and injured her. They deserve to die!' Greyson thought angrily.

He looked dangerous, completely different from the jovial guy, who was always warm and kind. He wished that he could chop the man lying on the ground into tiny pieces.

Kerr, however, didn't notice Greyson's rage. He continued to ask for trouble. "Ha-ha-ha! Andrew, there is something you don't know. You were too late. Your woman was fucked by these two ugly, dirty beggars. Ha-ha-ha! Two beggars! How do you feel now, Andrew?"

he hollered, intending to destroy Andrew's soul. 'Let's dance in hell together, ' he thought to himself.