Unexpected Fiancée novel Chapter 111

Chapter 111: Challenging His Limits

In the dance floor, with the music pumping and the crowd dancing fervently, no one noticed the sudden commotion in the corner of the bar.

The man in the red shirt is a notorious thug in this area, nicknamed "Ron." He frequents the bar, always on the prowl for attractive women.

As long as he sets his sights on a woman, she never escapes his clutches.

Ron had his eyes set on Jane, considering her an earthly goddess, hoping to enjoy a passionate night. However, he didn't expect to have his head smashed by Jane.

A throbbing pain echoed in his head, completely infuriating Ron. He shouted at his nearby subordinates, "Why haven't you come over yet?"

Several burly men immediately approached Jane.

"Grab her!" Ron, holding his head, glared fiercely at Jane. "Damn whore, dare to hit me! Tonight, I'll make you regret it!"

Jane frowned, her expression calm and composed.

Dealing with Ron and his lackeys, a total of four people, should be more than manageable for her.

One of Ron's henchmen, eager to prove himself, rushed towards Jane, attempting to seize her.

Jane seized the opportunity, launching a powerful kick straight into his body.

"Ouch!" a pig-like scream echoed as the man fell to the ground, unable to get up.

"Useless! Can't even handle a woman!" Ron, both angered and humiliated, waved his hand. "All of you, attack together!"

At Ron's command, the group lunged at Jane.

In this critical moment, a cold, authoritative male voice rang out.

"Stop!"

The clear, magnetic voice, rich with authority, made those surrounding Jane involuntarily pause.

Ron hesitated, then angrily asked, "Who the hell are you to interfere?"

A tall and imposing figure emerged from the dark corner.

Against the backlight, Jane could see that the newcomer was Patrick.

Dressed in a black suit, almost blending into the night, Patrick's handsome face exuded a cold, intense gaze. "Touch my woman, and you dare?"

Patrick's woman?

Ron's face changed. After clearly seeing who the newcomer was, his arrogance immediately dissipated.

"Mr. Pansy... Mr. Pansy, I didn't know she's your woman. My bad, I didn't recognize this lady. Please, forgive us..." Ron and his subordinates kneeled on the ground, begging for mercy.

"Get lost!" Patrick's thin lips lifted slightly, chillingly uttering a single syllable.

Ron and his subordinates immediately scurried away, terrified.

Jane placed the bottle she had been holding down and looked at Patrick with a furrowed brow. "Patrick, what are you doing here?"

Patrick grabbed Jane's arm, pushed her towards the sofa, and leaned over her. His icy gaze fixed firmly on her. "Is this your definition of having something to do?"

Not letting him follow her, she comes to a bar and gets into a fight with a bunch of thugs?

If he hadn't arrived in time, wouldn't Jane have been bullied by these people?

Doesn't this woman understand what danger is?

Facing his cold gaze, Jane pursed her lips. "You've been following me? Didn't I tell you not to follow me?!"

"I..." Patrick's eyebrows furrowed. Originally, he wanted to say, "I'm worried about you," but it changed to, "I was discussing business and happened to pass by."

"That's quite a coincidence." Jane clearly didn't believe his explanation. She pushed Patrick away. "Stop crowding me; I'm going back."

For some reason, she suddenly felt uncomfortable all over.