No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 652



"What are you doing?" I barked, startling the group.

Three men turned around, eyeing me from head to toe. One of them, his eyes practically twinkling, exclaimed, "Since when did Goldbridge have such stunners?"

"Hey, miss, you here to rent a place? Or maybe you know the woman living here?" another chimed in.

"I believe I asked you first," I retorted coolly.

The guy who was knocking paused, then strolled over with a cheeky smile creeping across his face. "We're on the hunt for beauties, just like you..."

As he spoke, he reached out towards my chin. I turned my face away, and he let out a surprised grunt, "Feisty, I like that in a woman."

He signaled his buddies with a glance, then added, "Today's not been a waste after all."

As they moved towards me, I dodged. In the midst of our scuffle, a familiar voice rang out, "Stop, let her go."

It was Deborah!

She sprinted towards us, wielding a stick like a baseball bat, taking powerful swings at them.

"You're exactly who we've been looking for," the men turned their attention to Deborah.

There was no way I'd let them lay a hand on her. Picking up a brick, I hurled it at them...

Someone yelped as the brick made contact, and then they turned to me.

But fear wasn't in my vocabulary, not since Ernest Collins left. It's like I had been imbued with Herculean strength, a relentless force within me.

As one charged, I kicked out fiercely, catching him by surprise and hitting him square in his vulnerable spot. He doubled over in pain, spinning in circles...

The other two had grabbed Deborah and were about to strike. I yelled, "Want money? Don't touch her."

That got their attention. They paused, staring at me.

I stepped forward, shoving them aside to pull Deborah behind me, facing down the two men. "The note, where is it?"

"What note?" They seemed genuinely confused.

"Obviously, the IOU. You're after money, so there should be some proof, right?" My words seemed to snap them back to reality. One quickly went to the guy I had kicked, rummaging through his pockets until he found a piece of paper and unfolded it.

It was an IOU from Deborah, for fifty thousand, unmistakably in her handwriting.

Deborah, standing silently behind me, seemed to acknowledge the debt.

"This fifty thousand is the principal. With interest, that's eighty-three thousand," one of the men declared, as if pronouncing a death sentence.

Typical loan sharks, their interest rates bleeding people dry. The date on the note was just six months ago, and the interest was nearly more than half the principal.

"That interest rate is highway

robbery," I said. Although I wasn't short on cash, I wasn't about to let these thugs walk away with it.

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"The interest is written down. She signed it. Not a penny less," they insisted stubbornly.

"This interest is illegal. We don't acknowledge it. I'll concede to fifty-five thousand at most. If you insist on more, I'm calling the eops right now," I said, reaching for my phone. Content belongs to

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Seeing my move, one tried to snatch the phone away, but I dodged. "If you want the money, don't touch."

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perhaps their desire to recover some

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Without a word, I dialed. They immediately stopped me, "Sixty-five."

I held their gaze, unyielding.

"Sixty. Final offer. And we need the transfer now," they finally conceded.

Even though they were extorting an extra five thousand, it was a resolution. I didn't argue further. "Give me the account details."