No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 652

"What are you doing?" I barked, startling the group.

Three men turned around, eyeing me from head to toe. One of them, his eyes practically twinkling, exclaimed, "Since when did Goldbridge have such stunners?"

"Hey, miss, you here to rent a place? Or maybe you know the woman living here?" another chimed in.

"I believe I asked you first," I retorted coolly.

The guy who was knocking paused, then strolled over with a cheeky smile creeping across his face. "We're on the hunt for beauties, just like you..."

As he spoke, he reached out towards my chin. I turned my face away, and he let out a surprised grunt, "Feisty, I like that in a woman."

He signaled his buddies with a glance, then added, "Today's not been a waste after all."

As they moved towards me, I dodged. In the midst of our scuffle, a familiar voice rang out, "Stop, let her go."

It was Deborah!

She sprinted towards us, wielding a stick like a baseball bat, taking powerful swings at them.

"You're exactly who we've been looking for," the men turned their attention to Deborah.

There was no way I'd let them lay a hand on her. Picking up a brick, I hurled it at them...

Someone yelped as the brick made contact, and then they turned to me.

But fear wasn't in my vocabulary, not since Ernest Collins left. It's like I had been imbued with Herculean strength, a relentless force within me.

As one charged, I kicked out fiercely, catching him by surprise and hitting him square in his vulnerable spot. He doubled over in pain, spinning in circles...

The other two had grabbed Deborah and were about to strike. I yelled, "Want money? Don't touch her."

That got their attention. They paused, staring at me.

"The interest is written down. She signed it. Not a penny less," they insisted stubbornly.

"This interest is illegal. We don't acknowledge it. I'll concede to fifty-five thousand at most. If you insist on more, I'm calling the cops right now," I said, reaching for my phone.

Seeing my move, one tried to snatch the phone away, but I dodged. "If you want the money, don't touch."

Perhaps it was my firm tone, or perhaps their desire to recover some funds, but they hesitated, then exchanged looks. "Seventy thousand, including interest. Not a penny less."

Without a word, I dialed. They immediately stopped me, "Sixty-five."

I held their gaze, unyielding.

"Sixty. Final offer. And we need the transfer now," they finally conceded.

Even though they were extorting an extra five thousand, it was a resolution. I didn't argue further. "Give me the account details."