CHAPTER 60: CHAPTER 60: KICKING RACHEL SHAW INTO THE SEA

The man, dressed in black and emanating hostility, strode over confidently and unhesitatingly jumped into the water to pull Ivy Summers up.

Ivy choked on several mouthfuls of seawater and was floundering weakly, now uncontrollably coughing violently, her pale face looking pitiful and heart-wrenching.

The man clicked his tongue, his sharp eyes turning cold, "Leave me, and you end up being bullied like this?"

Ivy kept coughing, barely breathing, unable to even speak at this moment.

The man squinted his eyes, lifted her horizontally in his arms, his icy gaze as sharp as a blade, "What are you standing around for? Teach them a lesson."

Then the subordinates who had come down from the helicopter immediately surrounded Damien Lancaster and Rachel Shaw.

The atmosphere instantly became tense and confrontational.

Rachel, in a panic, immediately hid behind Damien, tightly clutching his clothes, "Damien, they...?"

Damien showed no fear of the scene unfolding before him, only staring darkly at the man who had rescued Ivy Summers.

At this moment, Ivy was weakly nestled in his embrace, her head on his chest without the slightest reservation, her arms even naturally draped over his shoulders.

It was clear they knew each other and had a good relationship.

Damien’s eyes narrowed, a sudden chill coming from him was especially intimidating, even causing Rachel to shiver involuntarily, her voice trembling with fear, "Da... Damien? What’s wrong with you?"

Julian Jacobs, seeing this from afar, quickly led a group over, and the two sides instantly formed a standoff.

"Sir, these people..."

Damien didn’t care who they were; he only saw Ivy leaning in another man’s arms, a sight that blocked up his chest, "Let her go, she’s my wife."

Noah Scott sneered, "What’s with the barking, dog?"

Your wife?

Such laughable words.

Do dogs get to have wives?

No way!

Noah held her even tighter.

"She has long been mine. Your wife? Does she fit?" Noah scoffed lightly, his laughter full of disdain.

With his words, Damien’s brow furrowed deeply, and an icy aura surged up immediately.

His woman?

When did his wife, Damien’s wife, become his woman?

Who is this man to speak so audaciously?

Damien had previously suspected there was a mysterious person aiding Ivy Summers, and now it seemed this was the man.

They indeed seemed very close.

What exactly was their relationship?

Was it truly as he said?

Was Ivy’s persistent demand for a divorce because of this man?

The more he thought about it, the colder Damien’s eyes became, and rage surged in, making him ignore the concern tangled within his anger.

Ivy, still nestled in Noah’s arms, gradually regained herself, but her face was as pale as paper, looking extremely distressing.

"Noah."

The man looked down at her, "Feeling better?"

Ivy nodded faintly.

"Do you have the strength? I’ll help you get revenge."

Ivy pursed her lips, took a breath, and began to cough lightly again, the action causing pain in her throat and stomach.

Yet these pains weren’t as sharp as the heart-wrenching agony when Damien threw her into the sea.

Ivy closed her eyes, unable to hold back the tears that welled up and fell from her eyes.

"Let’s go. I don’t want to see them right now," she said hoarsely, her voice soft.

"That won’t do. Even if they’re my dog, they shouldn’t be wronged like this, let alone when I care about you."

Noah raised his hostile eyes.

Rachel steadied her mind, focusing on Ivy and the man.

This man didn’t seem ordinary.

How did Ivy know such a person?

And he even came to rescue Ivy?

What was their relationship?

As she thought, resentment surged in Rachel’s heart; a woman like Ivy should be scorned, hated, and abandoned by everyone.

How could a man stand by her side?

All men should be on her side, Rachel Shaw.

Rachel pursed her lips, stepped forward, and spoke gently, "Sir, is there a misunderstanding? Ivy and I are friends. Ivy has a bad temper, and earlier she was too much, so Damien was just standing up for me."

Noah raised an eyebrow, gazing at Rachel’s repulsive demeanor, and asked, "Oh? So she deserved it?"

Hearing this, delight surged in Rachel’s heart, feeling more and more smug.

She knew when it came to her and Ivy, everyone would choose her.

She wanted to take everything from around Ivy, leaving her helpless.

Rachel slightly lifted her chin, "Ivy was indeed excessive earlier, but I’m not holding it against her anymore, after all, we are friends."

The man laughed coldly, as if hearing an amusing joke.

"You’re so generous."

Rachel smiled with pursed lips, "I’m not one to hold grudges, unlike Ivy... never mind, Ivy just has a bit of a temper."

"Her temper isn’t good."

Noah raised his eyes, casting them coldly at her, "But did you know, my temper is even worse."

"What?" Rachel didn’t catch those words.

Noah set Ivy down, and a subordinate helped her while he casually unbuttoned the sleeves of his black shirt, waving Rachel over.

Seeing the man’s handsome face inviting her with a smile, Rachel instinctively moved forward, never expecting him to say, "You let it go, but I’m going to hold it against you."

"What?"

Rachel froze.

When Damien realized what the man intended, it was too late to save Rachel, who had already approached.

Rachel was grabbed, unable to even cry out, and was kicked into the sea.

The man moved with clean precision, swiftly as the wind, giving no chance for intervention.

With a splash, Rachel floundered desperately in the water.

Similarly unable to swim, that kick had hurt her so much that she opened her mouth instinctively, choking on several mouthfuls of seawater.

She struggled in the water, crying for help.

Damien’s eyes flashed sharp, intending to rescue her, but Noah stopped him outright.

"Want to save her? Let’s see if you have what it takes."

Noah rarely took personal action unless it involved Ivy Summers.

As they fought, exchanging blows, neither, known for a gentle temper, held back.

Ivy watched from the side and chuckled lightly, mockingly.

Look at Damien, loving Rachel Shaw so much he’d fight over her.

Julian watched the intense scene between the two men and approached Ivy, worried, "Miss Summers, think of a way to stop them..."

Ivy glanced at him, "How should I stop them? Would you have me step in as a human shield?"