But they were all extremely helpless.
There was nothing they could do if they couldn’t find Cain Johnson. If they couldn’t find Cain Johnson, they couldn’t find the woman behind her. They wanted to retaliate but they couldn’t. Everyone had a splitting headache.
Were they going to make a wasted trip?
After all the effort they’d made, they weren’t willing to make a wasted trip.
But then, someone opened their phone: “Huh, Cain Johnson has been spotted in St. Sunday, suspected of filming a new drama…”
A series of trending topics followed.
“Well, these paparazzi really are everywhere.”
Everyone was delighted.
The news was clearly leaked by the paparazzi.
They couldn’t find Cain Johnson, but the paparazzi could.
“Let’s go, this time, I’m going to make the man who took Cain Johnson away suffer. I’ll make her understand what a mistake is, and what she should not do,” Tim Chase waved his hand, full of confidence.
“Damn him, daring to steal someone else’s girlfriend.”
“What I hate most is this kind of person. When I see him, I’ll break his hand first.”
“Yes, I’ll break his leg.”
Many people chimed in afterwards.
They were all people from society, none of them particularly honest. Their previous actions had filled them with pent-up anger, so they were determined to settle the score when they got there.
In no time, one car after another arrived at their filming location. All sorts of vehicles were present – Jaguars, Land Rovers, and even Tim Chase’s Lamborghini. A large convoy, bearing an air of dominance, had arrived at Blue Lake.
“What’s this?”
Alastair Angelo and the others who were filming were taken aback.
Why were there so many cars?
Then, a figure alighted from one of the cars. It was Tim Chase, wearing sunglasses and a blue suit, sans tie. He led a large group towards them, and among them was Brayden Styles, his arm in a cast.
“Tim Chase? What’s this about?”
Cain Johnson, who knew Tim Chase from their shared circles in St. Sunday, frowned in confusion.
This didn’t look good.
Before Tim Chase could speak, Brayden Styles, unable to contain his rage, blurted out, “You wretch, didn’t you say you were changing careers? Didn’t you become a bodyguard? So what are you doing here, you little jerk? You’re still filming, still playing your international star, while also playing bodyguard. Ha!”
A barrage of mockery was thrown around.
“So it’s you.”
Cain Johnson finally understood.
No wonder there had been so many phone calls. It had been these people all along.
“Miss Johnson, I’m guessing you’ve figured out why we’re here. You’ve abandoned my brother Brayden Styles and run off with another man. That’s not right. So, hand over that man, or else…”
Tim Chase sneered, backed by his large entourage. They were a formidable sight.
“Or else what? You’ll fight these people? Fine by me. Come on, hit this one. If you dare to, you won’t have enough to pay even if your entire family goes bankrupt.”
Cain Johnson quickly pushed Nina Houry to the front.
“Hey, you.”
Nina Houry had barely reacted before she was pushed to the front.
“Ha, you’re quite pretty. But it’s still not enough. Even if my Chase family goes bankrupt, it wouldn’t be enough to pay you. You’re quite the joker, aren’t you? In St. Sunday, there’s no one whom I can’t afford to fight, not even those yet to be born.”
Tim Chase laughed wildly, thinking that Cain Johnson was trying to scare him. Immediately, he swung his hand to slap her.
He wanted to assert his dominance.
However, a high-heeled shoe kicked Tim Chase in the face, sending him flying. Cain Johnson’s voice followed, “You bastard, you really dared to hit her. You’re really brave.”
Cain Johnson clutched her chest, somewhat shaken.
You really dared to hit her.
This was the sister-in-law of the war god.
So, without any hesitation, she retaliated. If she let him get away with it, she would be done for.
Robin was not a soft-hearted person.
She reserved her gentleness for those close to her.
She only showed her fearsome side to her enemies.
With a thud, Tim Chase landed on the ground, his face swelling up. Blood was everywhere. This sudden attack left Tim Chase dazed, and the brawny men behind him were equally stunned.
Cain Johnson, this delicate woman, had retaliated.
And she had sent Tim Chase flying with a single kick.
After a pause, Tim Chase finally recovered, clutching his face. His eyes were red with rage as he roared, “My face is ruined! Attack, I want to kill that bitch. Charge!”
Not only was he in pain, but his face was also ruined. How was he, a man who relied on his looks to charm women, going to cope?
He was furious.
His followers were also furious. They were all capable fighters, but Cain Johnson had kicked their Mr. Chase right in front of them. How could they bear it?
Charge. Get her.
Immediately, a large group charged forward.
“Little girl, how dare you.”
A bald man stepped forward, his face red with anger. This was his good friend, so he reached out his hands, preparing to grab Cain Johnson and give her a good throw.
This was his forte. However, he had only used it against men before; using it against women was something he hadn’t accounted for. “Why wouldn’t I dare?”
Cain Johnson, on the other hand, was slim and quick. She grabbed the bald man’s hand before he could react, and with a swift judo flip, she sent the nearly two hundred pound man flying.
With a loud crash, he landed on others. Only then did they realize how troublesome Cain Johnson was, to be able to toss such a heavy man around.
“Take advantage of her.”
Someone resorted to a very low move, stretching out his hands to touch Cain Johnson’s chest and her buttocks. She had an excellent figure. She wore a yellow T-shirt on top and black pencil pants below. She was tall and sexy, an attractive sight that made many want to take advantage of her.
But this provoked Cain Johnson. She pulled out two small knives hidden on her waist, combined them into a larger dagger, and said, “You bunch of lowlifes, you’ve really angered me.”
“Ha!”
Someone didn’t believe her and thought she was bluffing. He tried to reach out to touch her.
Then, a scream was heard.
A man, now short of ‘the third leg’, was howling on the ground in pain. The battlefield suddenly felt a chill. They had truly angered Cain Johnson.