My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 1657

Matt hissed in pain.

He cursed, "You b*tch!"

Another slap made me feel dizzy and exhausted.

At this moment, the door suddenly burst open from the outside. A figure quickly rushed in and directly dragged Matt away from me, and knocked him down to the ground.

I opened my eyes in a daze. It was only when I was covered by a blanket that I realized that the person who had saved me was none other than the long-lost Hendrix.

"Are you okay?" His voice was a little hoarse. Probably because he had stayed up all night, his dark circles were a little deep. Without me, he cared less about his own body.

I shook my head and assured him.

Hendrix breathed a sigh of relief and sat me against the head of the bed. Then, he turned around and looked down at Matt, who was lying on the ground.

This was probably not the first time Matt had laid his hands on a taken woman. He spat and his attitude was still arrogant. "Hendrix Roberts, you have guts. How dare you hit me? You're dead now!"

Hendrix's eyes turned cold and dark. After a long time, he finally opened his thin lips and asked, "Which hand of yours touched her?"

Matt was stunned for a moment. Then, he immediately laughed and got up from the ground, holding his fat belly nonchalantly. He taunted, "Why, you want to break my hand? Huh... Who are you? You're just barely making business in Jarold City with money from the investment bank and protection from the Moore family. You don't think you can possibly mess with a Forbes, do you?"

Hendrix was silent. He turned to look at the door and said in a cold voice, "Come in."

Evan and a troop of bodyguards appeared at the door.

"Yes, Mr. Roberts?" Evan asked respectfully.

Hendrix looked coldly at Matt and said, "Break both of them."