Page 75 of Billionaire’s Heartbreak

“If he ever looks at you like that again, I'll claw his eyes out for you.”

Our eyes met. Something in my chest cracked, and a tear slipped free before I could stop it. I turned away quickly.

“Don't talk like that.”

He didn't answer immediately. When he finally did, his voice was quieter.

“I meant it.”

I didn't understand him anymore. One minute, he treated me like a problem he needed to control; the next, he talked about protecting me as though my safety were the most important thing in the world.

He started explaining that his team was finally assembled—the best people he had, security specialists he’d worked with for years, people who knew how to handle situations like this. I listened, or pretended to, while my mind went somewhere else.

Kai wasn't simply trying to keep me safe. He was preparing to step into a world filled with ruthless, lawless men like Tony.

The car turned into the underground VIP car park, and the entrance closed behind us, shutting out the noise of the city. For a second, everything was quiet.

Too quiet.

Dave was already moving, climbing out and opening the rear door on Kai's side. I barely had time to unfasten my seat belt before I heard another door, then several more, their sounds echoing through the underground car park. I looked up as black silhouettes appeared from different directions.

They weren't running. They didn't need to. They moved with purpose, faces tight with anger and eyes fixed on us. Some carried weapons—metal rods, blades, and things I didn't want to identify.

My stomach dropped.

They were here for us.

“This way.” Dave grabbed one of my arms while Kai caught the other, pulling me toward the elevator. It was the only clear route left. Dave hit the button repeatedly, his eyes flicking between the display and the men approaching from the other end of the car park.

Both elevators were coming down. One floor. Just one more floor. It shouldn't have taken long, but suddenly that single floor felt impossibly far away. Dave glanced toward the fire exit, then shook his head. Too risky. The stairs could put us in an even worse position. All it would take was one man getting ahead of us.

The men were getting closer.

Then—Ding.

The elevator arrived, and relief swept through me for one brief second.

We were going to make it.

The doors opened, and everything inside me stopped.

Andy was lying on the floor. Blood covered her clothes, her face pale and her body twisted awkwardly against the side of the elevator. One hand was pressed against her chest while the other clung desperately to the railing, as though it were the only thing keeping her upright.

“Mr. Li!” Her voice broke through the chaos.

Kai moved toward her. “Andy!”

She looked up and found his eyes. Despite everything, she was still conscious.

“Run…” Her voice was barely a whisper before rising into a desperate cry. “Run!”

My heart slammed against my ribs. It was too late. The men had already reached the elevator foyer, and Squirrel and Dave moved in front of us simultaneously, becoming a wall between us and the people coming toward us.

Everything happened at once. Someone swung a metal rod. Dave ducked. Squirrel caught another man's wrist and twisted, sending the weapon clattering across the floor. Another came from the side, and Squirrel shoved him back.

There were too many of them. The narrow foyer became a blur of bodies, shouting and movement. Dave fought with controlled precision, blocking and pushing rather than wasting energy, while Squirrel was faster and more reckless, throwing himself into the chaos as though he had nothing left to lose.

“Go!” Dave shouted.