Love in the Limelight (Astrid and Elio)
Chapter 503

The killer was naively optimistic, believing he could easily take down Astrid.

But in a flash, Elio, who had been lying next to her, bolted upright!

He kicked out, his foot crashing down on the killer's wrist. Before the killer could even process what was happening, his dagger was snatched away by Elio, and the next second, it was buried in his chest. Astrid sprang to her feet and with a swift kick, sent the killer tumbling to the ground.

The commotion roused the others, and Naylor woke up with a start!

Taking in the scene, Naylor quickly grasped the situation and picked up a baseball bat from beside his bed. He strode over to stand in front of Elio and Astrid. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Realizing the gig was up, the killers dropped all pretense.

It would take time for the production crew to notice something was amiss, and they had already taken out the surrounding bodyguards.

"Back off if you know what's good for you," one of the killers snarled, "We're only after these two. Turn a blind eye, and we'll let you walk away!"

"You think I'm going to let you mess with my friends and just play dumb?" Naylor stepped in front of Astrid, shielding her. "Fighting is a man's game. You better step back, sweetheart, wouldn't want you getting dirty with all the blood that's about to fly."

Astrid paused, slightly taken aback.

Naylor was usually indifferent to everyone, and she hadn't expected him to stand up for her and Elio without a second thought.

"Are we fighting?" Parrish suddenly sat up, rubbing his eyes, "Damn, haven't been in a fight since high school! What's wrong with you, Astrid? A fight breaks out and you don't call me? What's the point of having me if not to shield you in crucial moments?"

Grumbling, Parrish scrambled to his feet. Failing to replace a suitable weapon, he settled for a hefty rock from the ground and positioned himself in front of Astrid, "Step back, Astrid. Let me handle this small fry."

The killers had hoped for a silent takedown of Astrid, but now Naylor had intervened, and Parrish had joined the fray.

Their orders were to deal with Astrid, not to make enemies of everyone else!

Clyde and Odell remained silent, but they positioned themselves by Astrid, clearly not planning to stand idly by.

This was beyond what the killers had anticipated. One of the killers turned to Clyde and said with disbelief, "Clyde, you make a living off your looks, and you're joining this mess? Do you know who our boss is? Cross us, and you can kiss your career goodbye."

"I don't care who your boss is. Astrid is my friend, and I can't just stand by," Clyde replied, his voice steady though Parrish noticed his hands were shaking.

"Hah, Clyde, you're scared out of your wits and you still step up, huh?" Parrish chuckled, reaching out to pat Clyde on the arm.

The rock slipped from Clyde's grip and nearly crushed his own foot!

Astrid rolled her eyes in disdain at the clumsy display.

As the killers turned to flee, they came face-to-face with a line of masked figures in black, standing ominously behind them. They wore uniform attire, and their imposing presence immediately unnerved the killers.