My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 1759

"B*tch, how dare you call the police!" the man, Johnson, roared at me.

There was a deep scar on his nose that ran all the way to the corner of his mouth. He became ferocious due to the adrenaline coursing through him. When he heard what I had said, he angrily raised his hand, swinging his fist.

I subconsciously stretched out my hand to block the attack, but Freya was the first to strike as she kicked the man in between his legs.

"Argh! F*ck!" he screamed, feeling the pain while covering his crotch and kneeling, struggling in agony.

"How dare you touch my friend! You must be asking for death!" Freya growled as she stared down at the man from above without a glint of weakness in her eyes.

Then, she shielded me behind her. In the distance, several bodyguards of the Moore family were charging towards us. They were a group of young men in suits and sunglasses, rushing over together, which grabbed a lot of attention.

When Johnson heard them approaching, he turned back toward us and was determined to go all out.

He willed himself to stand and glared at Freya ruthlessly, shoving his hand into the inner pocket of his suit and fishing out a plastic bottle.

Before we could react, he unscrewed the cap hastily and doused the liquid from the bottle onto Freya's face while taunting, "Go to hell, you b*tch!"

I was still behind Freya's back, under her protection, but her high heels had gotten stuck within the cracks of the floor tiles. We lost our balance and fell backwards together.

At that moment, I could even make out the slosh of the liquid in the air, but Freya turned over and shielded me.

I cried, "Look out!"

Freya yelped, "Argh!"

Her back was hit by the unknown fluid in front of my eyes. Freya's expression was aggravated as she gritted her teeth and endured the pain.