Danielle looked up at him, her heart reeling with a complex wave of emotions. It had been so, so long since she had seen him this openly protective. In her memory, this version of him felt like a distant dream.
He had changed, she thought. After so many misunderstandings, neither of them was holding back as much. His emotions and attitude were now strikingly clear.
“Alexander—”
He turned his gaze to her. “Are you all right?”
Danielle shook her head. “I’m fine.”
Seeing that she was unharmed, Alexander turned to his men. “Take them away and hand them over to the police. Also, run a background check. I don’t want to see their faces in this city again.”
“Yes, Mr. Davidson.”
The bodyguards immediately seized the men, dragging them out despite their struggles and pleas for mercy. As their shouts faded into the distance, silence returned to the bar.
A bodyguard supporting Kirsten came over and reported in a low voice, “Mr. Davidson, Ms. Delaney is just drunk and has some minor scrapes from the fall. There are no serious injuries. Should we still take her to the hospital?”
Alexander glanced at the unconscious Kirsten and mused for a moment. “No, take them to Ms. Crawford’s place first and have a family doctor look at her. Also, call Gian and let him know Kirsten is with Danielle so he doesn’t worry.”

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