His fat fingers touched her hand and tried stroking her. Sophia struggled in fright, "Let go! If you don't let me go, I'm going to call for help!"

Looking around, Sophia was secretly anxious.

She had panicked and fled to this remote place. Only two or three people were passing by around her, but they had no intention of interfering!

"Beauty, don't refuse me. I will treat you well. I earn 50,000 to 60,000 dollars a month. I also bought a car and a house in the city. If you follow me, I'm sure I can make your life easier."

The man tugged on her arm and made a move to kiss her on the mouth.

Sophia was disgusted. She reached her hands to scratch his face.

The man didn't expect her to make this move and was so unprepared that she scratched the skin on his face. He slackened his strength in pain.

Sophia took the opportunity to escape.

But to serve as the ritual girl today, she put on a pair of seven centimeters high heels. It was not conducive to escape with her shoes and her clothes.

So before she could go far, once again, she was caught up with by the man.

"Little bitch! Shameless thing! No one would even want a woman like you if you work in a nightclub. And you dare to scratch my face. I will teach you a lesson!"

The man grimly grabbed Sophia's arm, pushed her against the wall, and raised his hand to slap her.

Sophia fiercely struggled free twice and failed to break him free.

She glared at him.

Her eyes were like swords piercing him.

However, the moment the palm fell....a bony hand grabbed the man's fat palm.

The man was stunned, and then he broke into curses, "Which one of you is meddling? How dare you stop me?"

Before the words were finished, a sharp pain came from his wrist bone.

Right after his body was kicked over. The man screamed covering his wrist as if he was a pig to be killed.

"Why did not I dare to stop you? You are not also worthy!"

A low and tough voice with a biting killing intent sounded in the air. Sophia froze and raised her head, then she saw Tyrone who was looking at her with an expressionless face.

Sophia's legs were very indisputably soft: "Tyrone, Tyrone..."

She called him in a shivering voice.

Then she lowered his eyes, not daring to look at Tyrone again.

"I'll settle the score with you later."

Tyrone said indifferently, stepping forward with his slender legs and walking over towards the fat man.

The man had just gotten up, and he was kept cursing them.

Tyrone kept expressionless and didn't say much.

Raising his leg towards the man's slippery round stomach, he kicked him hard.

Again, he kicked him over onto the ground.

The man was like a turtle that had turned over its shell, fluttering his limbs incessantly, trying to get up.

But after struggling a few times, he couldn't stand up.

Seeing Tyrone unbuttoning his shirt and coming towards him, he was in a mess and didn't forget to show off. "Do you know who I am? How dare you offend me? Is it that you don't want to be in the A City anymore?"

Tyrone's thin lips lifted slightly and he said coldly, "Oh? Who are you?"

"I'm the manager of Sky Source! Our boss is William!"

When Tyrone heard that, he did not show any fear as he raised his foot to step on the man's right hand, which had just tried to slap Sophia. He crushed it with force: "Remember, my name is Tyrone. If you want William to stand up for you, you must tell him my name and have him come to me. I'll be there anytime!"

The man's face instantly turned pale at the words.

There were quite a few dignitaries in A City, and there were also quite a few surnamed Macadam.

But there was only one named Tyrone... Tim Macadam's son, Tyrone Macadam!