Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 567: “Brother Stephens…………”

In his fury, the young man grabbed her hair and slapped her hard across the face!

"Slap!"

The already marked pale cheek now bore more red welts; the force was so great it knocked Emma Magus’s face to the side, and even loosened her molars!

More unbearable than the pain was the overwhelming despair.

The young man’s words nearly drove her to mental collapse.

She originally had no inheritance rights in the Magus family and was not well regarded. Now, word had it that because of her, Edward Stephens had withdrawn a lot of support for the Magus family. Bringing her back to the United States this time, the entire Magus household was likely to skin her alive.

She could not go back.

If she went back, she’d never come out again!

Emma Magus’s eyes widened, desperately trying to think of a way to save herself. But how? How could she save herself? In a moment, she would be boarding the plane...

Just as Emma Magus was desperately contemplating death, the speeding car suddenly slammed on the brakes, nearly sending her flying. The young man seated in front covered his forehead, which had hit the windshield, and shouted angrily, "What are you doing..."

Before he finished speaking, the headlights streaming straight from the front made him fall silent.

Emma Magus trembled, lifting her head to see the line of a dozen black cars ahead. The headlights lit up the road as bright as day, blinding her to the point where she could see nothing but white light.

"Bang!"

The car door suddenly sounded, and Emma Magus turned her head in fear, seeing the door next to her open, a man in black holding a gun appearing at the entrance.

The man reached out and pulled her out of the car.

"!!"

Help!

Emma Magus was terrified out of her wits, yet not a single person present uttered a sound to save her, watching helplessly as he took her away.

"Who are you!"

The young man charged out of the car in anger, appearing more outraged at his dignity being trampled than worried about Emma Magus being taken away.

In the black-clad man’s ear, a man’s warm and gentle voice issued a careless order: "Take them all."

The young man’s eyes widened in disbelief as he watched one of the men in black walk up to him, raising a gun to him.

"Do you know who I am? If you dare touch me, the Magus family won’t let you off!"

The other person ignored him, chopping the side of his neck with a hand, making his vision go black as he instantly passed out.

*

Emma Magus saw her brother’s fate, thinking he had been killed, and was too scared to even scream.

A familiar black car quietly stopped in the middle of the motorcade.

Seeing the car, she was momentarily stunned, not yet reacting when the car door opened automatically, already carrying her inside.

Inside, the familiar scent was burning.

The faint scent of sandalwood evoked memories she dared not touch. When she saw the gentle, handsome man in the car who resembled a moonlit flower, Emma Magus cried again.

She looked at him in disbelief, her gaze resting on the perfectly handsome face of the man, as if she were dreaming.

"Miss Magus, wipe your face first." The butler, Thomas Woods, handed her a warm towel, his tone gentle.

Emma Magus instinctively took it, tightly gripping the towel. That moist, warm touch seemed to reach the softest, most aching part of her heart, and unable to hold back the fear and excitement inside, she burst into tears, "Brother Stephens..."