Clang!
The iron rod stopped inches from Winston's skull.
It was not Winston who had caught it, but another hand that took the brunt of the blow, the skin reddened as veins bulged from the sheer impact required to stop the strike dead in its tracks.
"Such a nuisance," a cold, familiar voice grunted in displeasure.
Without breaking stride, the newcomer threw a brutal punch straight into the man's jaw, rendering him unconscious instantly.
Jade gasped, her voice trembling in shock. "Owen..."
Owen's gaze swept across the unconscious and groaning men before moving to Winston, then Milo, and finally settling on Jade.
The tension in his shoulders eased as he released a relieved breath. "Thank God I wasn't too late."
Before Jade could ask a single question, Owen turned to the butler. "You need to get her out of here immediately and head straight to the Valentine Residence. My father is on his way."
