The thugs turned, finding a tall, handsome man with a phone at the alley's entrance.
Amelia looked up, recognizing Gideon with a start. She quickly lowered her head again. The shame of being seen in such a vulnerable state by him was almost unbearable.
"This doesn't concern you, kid." The lead thug growled.
Gideon raised his phone, his expression cold. "The police will be here in five minutes. If you don't want to get caught, I suggest you leave."
The thugs exchanged glances, and one whispered to the leader, "He's the eldest son of the Everett family."
Realizing who they were dealing with, the leader spat at Amelia and snarled. "You got lucky this time. Don't let me see you again! Let's go."
With that, he and his men disappeared into the night.
Gideon approached and saw Amelia on the ground, disheveled and distraught.
She immediately turned away as she was afraid he would offer help. She quickly stood, clutching herself and shivering.
She kept her head bowed, not wanting Gideon to see her face. Ever since the Gaskell and Everett families' falling out, they had become enemies.
Gideon must not have recognized her. That was the only reason he helped. She couldn't bear the thought of him recognizing her and mocking her.
"Has the Gaskell family fallen this far?" Gideon's voice was cold.
Amelia's eyes widened. Had he known who she was all along? Was he deliberately here to humiliate her?
The thought made her fists clench. Just as she was about to respond, a grey cashmere coat was thrown over her head.
Hesitantly, she pulled it down, only to see Gideon's tall figure receding into the night.
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