Garrett knew martial arts, and he’d brought a dozen bodyguards with him.
The second they walked in, they had the whole situation under control.
Dylan and Mia’s friends started screaming and trying to fight back, but they got dropped real quick.
Garrett rushed over and scooped me up off the floor.
He was almost crying, whispering in my ear, “I’m so sorry, baby. I should’ve been here to protect you.”
I buried my face in his chest, my voice all choked up. “How did you find me?”
“I saw someone livestreaming them beating you up. I pulled every string I had to track down this address.”
“I promise you, Emma–as long as I’m breathing, no one’s ever gonna hurt you again.”
That’s when Dylan walked over.
He glared at Garrett with pure rage. “Who the hell are you? Emma’s my fiancée. Get your hands off her!”
Garrett looked Dylan up and down with disgust. “You? You think you deserve her? I’ve been watching you treat her like shit for years. Time someone taught you a lesson.”
He landed a solid punch right to Dylan’s face.
Dylan went down hard, his head spinning, couldn’t even get back up for a minute.
He was lying there with half his face swollen, looking at me. “Emma, who is this guy? Did you really get married?”
I could hear the panic creeping into his voice.
I didn’t even acknowledge him.
I pulled down the security camera from the corner and handed it to Garrett. “Call the cops. This has video evidence of them assaulting me and destroying my property.”
Garrett nodded.
After calling 911, he checked his watch and told his security team, “Police’ll be here in thirty minutes. Teach these assholes a lesson.”
His guys immediately went to work, beating the shit out of Dylan and Mia’s crew.
Dylan got thrown into a corner and worked over until his face was hamburger.
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He Left Me for His Ex’s Kid, I Found My Billionaire Husband
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Chapter 8
Mia’s makeup was running everywhere, her wedding dress was in shreds. Her bratty kid kept screaming and cursing at us until one of the bodyguards just picked him up and locked him in the bathroom.
Thirty minutes later, the cops showed up.
I handed over the surveillance footage. “Not counting my injuries, just the antiques they destroyed are worth thirty million dollars.”
All of Mia’s friends went white as sheets.
They started yelling, “You’re trying to scam us!”
I pulled out the auction house receipts. “Feel free to get them appraised if you don’t believe me.”
The police reviewed the video and saw that pretty much everyone had damaged something.
When they divided up the cost, each person owed hundreds of thousands of dollars.
Now they were really freaking out.
Some of them turned on Dylan. “Dude, we only came to your wedding and now we’re screwed!”
“We beat her up to defend your wife!”
Dylan kept his head down, not saying a word.
Someone had the nerve to say, “Dylan, shouldn’t you cover this? You’re like a CEO of a public company, right? Thirty million is nothing to you.”
Before Dylan could answer, his mom lost it.
“Why should my son pay for this? We don’t have that kind of money! He’s just a figurehead–that company actually belongs to Emma’s family!”
As soon as the words left her mouth, Dylan’s mom went pale.
She finally realized what they’d done.
She turned to me with this fake smile. “Emma, sweetie, I’m so sorry about today.”
“I’ll make sure Dylan apologizes properly. He’ll call off this whole thing with Mia and marry you today instead!”
“Can’t you just let this go for my sake?”
I actually laughed. “Your sake is worth thirty million dollars?”
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