Aurora Dourada: Retorno By Ricardo Almeida

Justin felt his phone vibrating in his palm. The call was from a foreign number.

It struck Justin that he had given Linny his private number for

emergencies when he sent lan to communicate with her. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

He would not get calls from unidentified numbers.

So, it could only be Linny calling.

As the bad feeling sank in, Justin took the call. “Hello?”

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“Mr. Salvador, please save Ms. Thompson! Save Ms. Thompson! We-

Ah!!”

The call abruptly ended following a shriek.

Justin’s breath hitched as he stared at the darkened screen, his heart

pounding out of his chest.

‘Bella… Bella!’

Sweat drenched his forehead as he sprinted ahead and called lan.

“Bella is in trouble. Send backup now.”

A fierce scuffle broke out in the darkness.

Steven fought bravely against the group, delivering blows and kicks.

The air rippled with the terrifying clash.

Despite his agility, he could not take on four armed men. It did not take long before he succumbed to the group’s attacks.

Steven sustained deep cuts on his left arm and right leg. His tidy suit was torn and tattered at this point. As if that were not enough, his

white shirt had blood stains all over,

Still, Steven hung in there, determined to bring Bella to safety. His

commitment to protecting her numbed his pain sensation.

“Tsk. What a bother.”

Having lost the patience to dwell on the fight with Steven, Winston plunged the knife into Steven’s left shoulder and twisted the blade.

“Urgh!”

Steven held onto Winston’s hand, but the agonizing pain made him

groan.

He was mangled, and the damage could sever his arm.

“It’s troublesome to take care of a body.”

Winston drew close to his ear. “Otherwise, I would have stabbed your right in the stomach and messed your guts.”

The man then spun into a roundhouse kick and threw Steven across

the park.

“Steve!”

Bella yelled angrily and broke one of the offenders’ arms with

bloodshot eyes.

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“Ms. Bella…” Steven collapsed to the ground in blood and stared at

Bella through his tears.

He was not afraid of death.

However, no one would keep her from harm’s way once he was down.

As the rage overwhelmed Bella, she snatched the knife from the

offender’s grasp and stabbed him violently in the same place.

Winston was amused.

Unlike all the other heiresses, Bella was not only bold and crafty, but

she also fought like a man.

If Bella had not closed in on Shannon, Winston would not have killed

such a beautiful and remarkable woman.

It was a pity, though.

Bella took down a hitman and ran toward Steven.

She felt a chilling presence approaching her from behind.

“Watch out, Ms. Bella!” Steven shouted with everything he fear overtook his every being.

A dagger was raised high behind Bella.

The blade, like the Grim Reaper’s sickle, was moments away from

taking her life.

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