Christine's heart was beating fast at the sense of familiarity surrounding her. She removed the hand on her eyes and saw the man glaring at the onlookers in the room, with his eyes filled up with anger and warning.

The world was in silence now.

The woman who was kicked lay and trembled on the ground several meters away from where she used to be.

Being held in his arms, Christine's heart almost stopped out of excitement. Such excitement came from the fact that there was a man who would always protect her against the whole world without asking for anything.

Christine's face crumpled. She held Franklin's neck tightly with her arms and said with a soft and trembled voice, "Hubby, you are here now. These guys are trying to bully me!"

"This man, and that girl! They all want to hurt me."

"They insisted and took me there even I told them I didn't want to. And they forbid me to call you when I have no money!"

Christine's tears were blinding her. And she lifted her hand to show Franklin, which was red and swollen.

"Hubby, it hurts. They did it."

Franklin stared at her palm and caressed her cheek with his hand.

Franklin held her trembling arm tightly and asked in a serious tone, "How dare you hurt my wife?"

The media hidden were then stunned speechlessly and wondered they were here for adultery instead of public display of affection.

Nobody hit your wife and she was hurt because she slapped others.

Franklin let Christine leave his arms, glanced at Mason, and walked toward Martin while unleashing his sleeves. Franklin did it in an elegant manner which attracted the attention of people around him.

Martin was frightened seeing Franklin walking towards him.

"You seemed to forget my words and need some lessons."

"Mr. Brook...it is a misunderstanding... I didn't... I didn't hurt your wife...", Martin could not stay calm anymore and tried to justify himself.

"A misunderstanding?"

Martin pointed at Larissa, "It's all her fault! She brought Christine here and I didn't know that!"

On hearing his words, Larissa glared at Martin and recriminated, "Martin, if you didn't tell me to do so and that you loved Christine, I wouldn't bring my best friend here to see you!"

"Mr. Brook, you must believe me..."

Larissa cried with her eyes running. However, Franklin didn't glance at her and trampled his foot on Martin's calf with strength. Rang was the sound of bone cracking, and Martin fell in a faint with his eyes wide open.

Never had Christine seen Franklin being so bloodthirsty and harsh. She was stunned for a moment.

Christine opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't. Mason patted on her shoulder and mocked when he saw Christine changed her expression from astonished to heartbroken, "Do you finally find yourself didn't deserve him? Frank always stood by your side and won't let anyone speak ill of you. Christine, if you still had any conscience, you wouldn't have done so much to hurt him!"

Thinking of Franklin, Christine felt her heart ached suddenly and she thought she could not stand there anymore without doing nothing. Then she clenched her fists and turned around to go to the restroom.

Then she hissed.

Christine felt a pang of pain when she was about to move her feet.

She had to stop as someone was holding her wrist. Backward was Christine as she saw that gloomy face when she moved her sight along with the hand holding her.

"You are scared of me?"

Christine shook her head.

"Where are you going?"

"Restroom."

"For what?"

Seeing his seriousness and cautiousness, Christine chuckled while her nose ran.

"For washing face and makeup. And I don't want to touch you with my swollen hand unwashed because it touched someone disgusting before."