Her Seven Little Bodyguards

Chapter 22

It‘s Hanson? Why is he here?

Hanson walked toward her, taking off his coat and covering her with it.

Then, he turned around and walked away, gently carrying her in his arms.

When he got to the door, he said in a bone–chilling voice, “Deal with them. Make sure to break their hands.”

He sounded like the King of Hell, holding the lives of humans in his hands.

Vania was carried by him all the way, her face against his chest. Hearing his heartbeat, she finally felt safe and subconsciously hugged him, knowing that she had indeed been rescued.

That startled him and caused his entire body to stiffen.

Earlier, as he approached Farville, he received a message that read, ‘Vania is in danger. Save her now!‘, along with a precise location.

Because of that precise location, he was able to quickly locate and save her.

He couldn‘t bear the thought of what would have happened if he was late.

His limbs became cold as he considered the possible outcomes, and he subconsciously tightened his grip on Vania.

Nobody can hurt her.

Vania, on the other hand, appeared to have lost her soul and mindlessly allowed Hanson to carry her.

In front of Farville, Larry was already waiting with Hanson‘s private helicopter.

Before they boarded the plane, Hanson sternly ordered, “Make sure you get something out of them.”

“Will do.”

Larry recognized the urgency of the matter and drove the plane back without delay.

The plane then took off smoothly, but Hanson was reluctant to put Vania down.

He actually thought that it would be nice if he could always carry her.

Vania, on the other hand, was still terrified. She hadn‘t recovered from the shock she‘d felt earlier. Her gaze was fixed on Hanson‘s face while her hands clutched the hem of his clothes tightly, as if she was trying to ensure she wasn‘t in any danger.

Seeing her behaving in such a way, he sensed her insecurities and comforted her gently. “I‘m here. Everything is fine now.”

His words tore through her defenses while her tears poured out like beads from a broken thread at this precise moment. She couldn‘t say anything and just stared at him, letting her tears fall.

Upon seeing her tears, he immediately panicked.

Previously, when women cried in front of him, he would get irritated, if not disgusted.

But now, when he saw Vania‘s tears, he was at a loss.

Fearing that he would agitate her with his words or movements, he could only pacify her, as if soothing a child. “Don‘t cry. I‘m here.” Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

However, just hearing this one sentence from him made her cry even harder.

She wasn’t someone who would cry easily. All these years, she had been through all kinds of hardships and sufferings, but she had never shed a tear.

Vania had always put up a strong front in front of strangers; even if the sky fell, she would be able to deal with it.

Today, however, was too much for her. She was not only unable to locate her missing child that she missed, but she was almost humiliated by a group of men. If it weren‘t for Hanson‘s timely arrival, she would have suffered dire consequences.

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At this point, all of her grievances and indignation deep down her heart were vented.

At such a depressing time, a man appeared and told her that he was there for her.

She‘d be lying if she said she wasn‘t moved.

She seemed to have found a pillar of strength after all those years of loneliness and hardships, rendering her a sobbing mess.