Fiona Grantham's movements were too quick, and Bella Green, holding the torn fabric, couldn't stop Fiona in time.
"Slap..."
A crisp sound suddenly rang out, and Fiona's wrist was forcefully slapped, causing her whole body to sway to the side.
This sudden change stunned Bella, and then a shadow flashed before her eyes, and her body was tightly wrapped in a warm coat, drawn into a broad, warm embrace.
The familiar scent in her nose instantly put Bella's tense heart at ease, and her rigid body gradually relaxed in the man's embrace.
This sudden man immediately caught everyone's attention, so much so that no one noticed Fiona Grantham's fall.
In their sight, the man dominated and possessively held the petite and frail teenager, the well-tailored shirt encompassing his strong, muscle-clad frame.
The disciplined collar paired with his cold and indifferent handsome face exuded a strong aura of restraint.
