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Carlisle swiftly dodged to the side, his mind racing for an opening. He found his chance and swung the brick, smashing it hard against the man’s arm.
The man howled in pain, dropping the blade. But before Carlisle could react, the man’s fist came crashing into his face, sending him staggering back.
The sharp sting of the punch ignited Carlisle’s fury. He threw the brick aside, no longer thinking about defense as he charged forward, throwing punches. Despite his lean build, Carlisle fought fiercely, matching the man blow for blow.
Just as the fight intensified, a loud honk pierced the air.
Beep… beep…
A white BMW pulled up to the side of the road, screeching to a halt. Inside, a girl with short hair stared through the window, her brow furrowing in confusion.
“Carlisle? Why is he here?” she muttered. Her eyes darkened, and her fists clenched. Turning to the driver, she demanded, “Could you please go down and help him?”
The driver, a tall man in a suit, didn’t hesitate. “Stay here,” he said, grabbing an umbrella before stepping out of the car.
Back at the scene, the fat man had already gained the upper hand, standing over Carlisle with his hands around his neck, squeezing tightly.
Carlisle’s breaths were shallow, the pressure around his throat making the world around him blur. He realized he had overestimated his strength. Despite the workouts, he was still just an 18-year-old boy.
“Hey, what do you think you’re doing, killing someone out here in the open?” a new voice called out.
The fat man turned, his grip loosening slightly as he saw a tall, confident man approach. He was dressed in a sleek suit, about six feet tall, and his presence commanded attention.
“Are you trying to meddle in my business too?” the fat man spat, fury boiling in his veins.
The man surveyed the scene. His gaze shifted from Carlisle to the car, where Christine’s terrified face was visible through the window. He quickly pieced it together—a human trafficker. The fat man had likely been caught, and now he was trying to silence the witness.
Without a second thought, the man tightened his grip on his umbrella and advanced. He raised his leg with practiced precision, delivering a brutal kick to the man’s throat.
The fat man crumpled instantly, gasping for air before collapsing unconscious.
The suited man exhaled in mild annoyance. “How can he faint from just one kick?”
He walked over to Carlisle, extending his hand to help him up. “Are you alright?”
Carlisle coughed, his throat raw, but nodded. “I’m fine.” He stood, making his way to the black car to unlock the door.
As the door swung open, Christine rushed out and flung herself into Carlisle’s arms. Her sobs echoed in the rain as she cried out, “Carlisle, thank you so much.”
Carlisle stiffened for a moment, but then he gently patted her back. “It’s alright. You’re safe now.”
He glanced around, grateful for the intervention, but his gaze landed on the empty BMW. The car had already driven off, and the mysterious man was gone.
Carlisle turned to thank him, but there was no sign of the helper. The BMW had vanished into the stormy streets.
In the car, Wanda’s expression hardened as she replayed the image of Christine hugging Carlisle. Her thoughts were a mix of emotions, but she kept them hidden, not allowing her brother to notice.
Zachary, still behind the wheel, looked at his sister from the corner of his eyes. “You seem upset. What’s going on?”
Wanda shook her head quickly. “I’m not.”
Zachary puffed on his cigarette, flicking the butt out the window. “Focus on your exams, Wanda. Get into an Ivy League school. Don’t let things like this distract you.”
The rain continued to pour as the BMW sped away, leaving behind the drama of the moment.
At Rainville Beta High School, the students were slowly making their way to their designated exam halls. Carlisle, now in fresh clothes he had quickly bought from a nearby supermarket, stood with Christine just outside the entrance to the exam hall. The bell rang, signaling the final moments before the exam started.
Christine looked at him, her face still pale from the trauma. She was about to speak when they were interrupted.
Outside the exam hall, Lucy had been anxiously waiting. The moment she spotted Carlisle, relief flooded through her. She sighed, a weight lifting from her shoulders.
“Ms. Turner, are you the invigilator for the exam?” Carlisle asked with a bruised face that looked almost unrecognizable from a distance.
