The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 322

Evelyn was protected by vigilant security personnel.

The security at her company was flawless, a fortress never breached—until today's interview

descended into chaos, and blood was spilled.

Seated on the plush sofa, Evelyn was moments away from facing the media's barrage. The crew was

in place—cameramen, lighting technicians, sound engineers, makeup artists, assistants, and Evelyn's

personal secretary and bodyguard stood at the ready.

Then, a scream pierced the air.

A man burst forth, brandishing a gleaming blade, and plunged it into the back of the lighting technician.

The blade entered white and emerged red.

The room erupted into screams.

The man, fueled by some unfathomable rage, withdrew the knife and sought out his next victim,

slashing wildly.

Amidst the bedlam, Evelyn's bodyguards were swift, forming a protective half-circle shield in front of

her.

"What are you protecting me for? Save them!" Evelyn bellowed.

But the bodyguards remained steadfast. Their duty was singular: to ensure Evelyn's safety. Their

positions, their focus—it was all predetermined for situations just like this. They could not afford to

falter; their mission was to shield Evelyn at all costs.

Even as their boss ordered them to assist the others, they did not waver.

The assailant was blinded by vengeance. Holding the blood-red knife, he continued to search for the

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Locking onto a terrified female staff member, just as he was about to crazily charge forward, Evelyn

made a quick run and dashed towards him. Another flying roundhouse kick landed squarely on the face

of the assailant. He hit the ground, spitting blood and teeth.

Evelyn swiftly pinned him down, controlling his arms, subduing the threat with practiced ease.

As the richest woman in Seraphim Haven, her reputation as a formidable businesswoman wasn't just

for show. Beyond a sharp mind, she had excellent physical skills, honed alongside Harrison, in their

regular sparring sessions. She was a true embodiment of "anything you can do, I can do better."

Her decisive and stylish action quelled the chaos, though her bodyguards were left sweating with relief

—and guilt at their near dereliction.

Turning to her team, she commanded, "What are you waiting for? Take down this man!"

As they complied, someone wrestled the knife from the man's grip. The man, now weaponless, was

pinned to the floor, his face grinding against the carpet as he snarled, expressing his hatred. "If they

don't give me a way out, nobody gets to live."

Evelyn was puzzled. She did not recognize this man who seemed hell-bent on vengeance within her

company's walls.

But before anyone could process the turn of events, Evelyn felt a sharp pain in her back. She had been

stabbed by a woman from the interview crew, an assistant to one of the hosts.

The assistant looked to the restrained man on the floor, her husband, and declared, "If society won't

give us a chance, then let's bring it all down."

As the assistant withdrew the knife, Evelyn felt another intense pain, pressing her hand against the

stabbed area. No matter how hard she tried, the blood continued to flow relentlessly.

Evelyn felt an excruciating pain and collapsed, her consciousness fading.

News of the attack reached Harrison first. His Rodriguez Group was just a block away from Evelyn's

tower.

He was at the scene in three minutes, carrying a makeshift stretcher constructed from curtain rods and

fabric. Lifting Evelyn onto it, he rushed her to his car.

Awakening to intense pain, Evelyn saw Harrison's concerned face.

"Harrison, why are you here?" she murmured weakly.

"Shh, we're almost at the hospital," he soothed, pressing his jacket against her wound, trying to stem

the flow of blood. "I'm here, don't be afraid."

Harrison held one hand over the wound, using his own suit jacket that he had taken off. Even so, blood

continued to seep out slowly. Harrison's hands were covered in blood. Evelyn was in too much pain to

muster much strength. She lifted her lips slightly, and Harrison had to lean in closer to hear what she

was saying.

Evelyn's voice was barely a whisper as she asked, "Am I going to die?"

"You won't," Harrison assured firmly. "You're destined to be a lucky charm, to outlive and outshine.

You'll be the most beautiful bride on your wedding day with Dominic. You have to."

But as the blood continued to seep through his fingers, Harrison's resolve wavered. He talked on,

desperate to keep her conscious as they drove through the night.

"Evelyn, when you marry Dominic, I'll decorate your wedding. How about that? I’m going to throw you a

wedding that will be the talk of Seraphim Haven. I’ll make sure you're the happiest bride in the world."

A warm smile flickered across Evelyn's face, but as it lingered, tears began to well up in her eyes,

spilling over and tracing a path down her cheeks.

She said weakly, "Harrison, you better start fretting over your own wedding first. Pop the question to

your lady, make her say 'yes' to marrying you again."

Harrison's voice caught in his throat.

This girl, always so considerate, so concerned for others even with her own wounds so deep. She lay

there, battered and bruised, yet her thoughts were on his happiness.