Billionaire
Billionaire 228

Chapter 228

Chloe was planning to head back to the hotel for dinner. As she strolled through the fashion district, she felt a sudden, strong tug on her arm Before she knew it, her bag was snatched by two punks.

They looked young–one with dyed blonde hair and the other with dreadlocks–both dressed In baggy sports jackets and ripped jeans, their bodies adorned with various metal accessories. They dashed off like the wind, the clinking of their metal gear echoing behind them.

Without a second thought, Chloe sprang into action. Despite wearing heels, she chased after them with surprising speed, as if she were in running shoes. She caught up to the blondie first, delivering a swift kick to his backside. He stumbled, falling face–first onto the ground, and the bags flew out of his grasp.

Hearing the commotion, the dreadlocked guy paused and glanced back at Chloe. He realized his friend had fallen, but he grabbed the bags and bolted instead of fighting. Fueled by a burst of fury, Chloe took off her heels and held them in her hands to run faster.

Just as the dreadlocked thug started to widen the gap, Chloe hurled one of her heels at him, hitting him squarely in the back. The unexpected blow knocked him to the ground, and Chloe quickly closed the distance between them.

The dreadlocked guy managed to get up, glaring at her with rage. However, Chloe calmly picked up her heel and elegantly put it back on. During the fall, the thug had broken a tooth, and in his anger, he pulled out a switchblade from his denim jacket and lunged at her.

Still calmly putting on her shoes, Chloe kept a sharp eye on him. Handling petty crooks like him was child’s play for her. She timed her kick perfectly and was about to deliver it squarely in his chest, but out of nowhere, a figure darted in front of the thug, shouting, “Run!”

Chloe quickly assessed the situation. It seemed a good Samaritan had jumped in to help. However, her kick was already in motion, and she had to alter its direction, unfortunately hitting a nearby stone bench. The heel of her shoe snapped off with a loud crack.

Frowning at her broken heel, Chloe turned her attention to the scuffle on the ground. The good Samaritan turned out to be a young man in a white T–shirt, and the thug clearly outmatched him. As the thug pinned him down, Chloe stepped in, chopping down on the thug’s neck with her hand, knocking him out cold.

The young man in white pushed the thug off and scrambled to his feet, staring at Chloe with a mix of awe and admiration. “Wow, you’re amazing,” he said.

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