Familiar voice.
The familiar woody scent on him instantly enveloped her, and Zoe Bell was in a daze as she relaxed, her cutter falling to the ground, "Hale... William Hale?"
"Mhm, don't be afraid, I'm here."
William Hale patted her back gently, his gaze falling on the seemingly cultured kidnapper.
His brows were filled with menace.
The innate chill in his bones made one shiver without feeling cold just by looking at him.
"Who the hell are you? She's my wife!" His vision blurry, the man didn't recognize William Hale at first and even tried to forcefully pull Zoe Bell away.
But before his fingers could touch her, William Hale suddenly lifted his foot.
And kicked the man fiercely.
There was a scream, and the man's body flew like an arrow off its bowstring, harshly slamming into the ground.
The accomplices were stunned.
