The Untouchable Ex-Wife

Renee was completely dumbfounded as she stared at the man’s dashing figure from behind.

She wondered. ‘Out of all the places, why is here here, and at this moment? Was he stalking me?’

The gangsters were stunned by Stefan’s intimidating aura. All of them got into their fighting stance and yelled nervously. “Who… Who are you?! Stay out of this if you value your life!” NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

“It doesn’t matter who I am. The only thing that matters is that you pay since you’ve decided to go against someone you shouldn’t have.” Stefan’s voice was stern, and that was enough to strike fear into their hearts.

“Another brat with a death wish!” Otto crawled back up to his feet, gritting his teeth and rubbing his backside gently to ease the pain.

“Do you know who I am? Why don’t you ask around the area? You two must be dying for a beating, huh?!”

“What are you guys standing there for? Get them!” yelled Otto.

The ten gangsters immediately charged at Stefan and Renee with their metal bats.

The people in the vicinity fled out of fear for their lives.

Stefan was alarmed but he continued shielding Renee with his body. As he tugged on his tie, he turned slightly to comfort Renee. “Don’t be scared. Just close your eyes for now, I’ll be done with them soon.”

While speaking, he kicked over one of the thugs who tried ambushing them from the side.

‘Oh ho? How strong!’ Renee thought, pretending to be a harmless little damsel as she hid behind the man.

‘Huh, I didn’t expect this cold gentleman would have such agility.’

‘Even if he did compete in a cockpit, he’d come out as one of the top fighters!’

However, this wasn’t exactly all that surprising, since the Hunt family was ranked first amongst the Great Eight of Beach City.

As the esteemed young master Hunt, Stefan had been trained in every field throughout his life. Horse riding, chess, boxing… You name it, he had likely mastered it.

“Ah! Please have mercy, good sir!”

The entire group was defeated within the first few minutes, as cries of pain echoed through the air.

“Take this lesson to heart, and stay away from her!” Stefan warned the fallen thugs, before gently brushing the dust off his tuxedo.

Renee, on the other hand, had her arms crossed. It was as if she was merely a spectator, here for a good show.

If this was before, she would’ve been entranced by his act.

Yet now, she felt numb inside. In fact, she found it to be quite ridiculous.

‘Hah, he ignored me for four whole years, and now he wants to act like he’s Prince Charming saving the damsel in distress? What the hell is he on?’

Suddenly, Otto picked up a beer bottle and lunged at Stefan from behind.

“Damn you, I’ll kill you if it’s the last thing I do!”

“Look out, behind you!” Renee warned nervously.

However, it was too late, the bottle crashed right into Stefan’s head.

Blood flowed down Stefan’s hair as he winced in pain while pressing against his wound with his fingers.

He could feel his hand soaking in warm liquid.

“Sh*t!” he cursed.

Seeing the blood on his palm, Stefan felt nauseous and he began to stagger.

Renee instinctively noticed that something was wrong. Hesitatingly, she went ahead to give him a hand. “Are you okay, Hunt?”

“No…” The man’s face started turning pale. It no longer radiated the powerful aura he once showed. He seemed extremely weak, as he grunted. “I can’t protect you anymore, run!”

“No way… Can’t you stand anymore?” Renee was confused, as she later pondered to herself.

‘It’s just a beer bottle to the head though, he’s not that weak, is he? He was doing great fighting those guys a while ago!’

“I can’t stand the sight of blood!” said Stefan before fainting in Renee’s arms.