Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 50

A staff member let out a gasp. “Am I seeing this right? That female bodyguard is actually winning!”

Xena frowned as she watched the scene unfold.

Annoyed, she thought, Seriously? Not even a Rottweiler can take her down?

Just then, the elegant woman lounging under the shade of a parasol suddenly leapt to her feet and shouted at the dog, “Max! Fight back! If you lose, just wait till I get you home—you’ll regret it!”

The Rottweiler’s aggression spiked. With a savage snarl, it twisted and sank its teeth deep into Charlotte’s right forearm.

Charlotte sucked in a sharp breath at the pain, but she knew all too well: if she loosened her grip for even a second, this beast would lunge at her throat and tear her apart.

So there they were, locked in a brutal stalemate—neither willing to let go.

Woman and beast, caught in a bloody, desperate tug of war.

The woman’s face turned thunderous. She rounded on Xena, yelling, “Do you have any idea who I am? I’m Mrs. Lewis, wife of the Lewis Group’s president! Your bodyguard just hurt my Max! Either pay up, or hand her over so I can deal with her myself!”

A glimmer of satisfaction flashed in Xena’s eyes. “No need to get worked up. I’ll call my fiancé right now.”

She quickly dialed Darren. “Mr. Harrington, Lottie’s in trouble again—she just hurt Mrs. Lewis’s Rottweiler!”

She hung up, a triumphant smile tugging at her lips.

Lottie, you’re finished. Mr. Harrington won’t let this slide.

Darren arrived in a rush, only to be confronted with a scene straight out of a nightmare: Charlotte’s arm clamped tight around the Rottweiler’s throat, while the dog’s fangs were buried deep in her flesh. Both looked spent, bloodied and exhausted.

His expression darkened. “What happened?”

Xena’s voice was laced with feigned innocence. “Mr. Harrington, Lottie brought this on herself. But honestly, if she can’t even handle a Rottweiler, what business does she have being my bodyguard? Don’t you agree?”

Darren’s jaw clenched as he took in Charlotte’s battered state and listened to Xena’s cold-blooded words. Rage burned in his chest.

He forced it down and barked at the staff behind him, “Help her! Now!”

Charlotte was barely conscious, fighting off waves of dizziness as she struggled to focus her vision. Suddenly, her gaze snapped to a new threat—

Mrs. Lewis had snatched the rifle off the ground. Her hands trembled as she swung the barrel wildly in their direction—and before anyone could react, she pulled the trigger.

“Darren—get down!”

Charlotte’s raw scream tore through the chaos, her battered body launching itself at Darren with desperate speed.

Darren froze in surprise, only to be knocked flat as Charlotte collided with him, shielding him with her own body.

The bullet struck Charlotte square in the chest.

As she hit the ground, a pale, wry smile played at her lips.

“Darren… a life for a life. Fourteen years ago, you saved me from the freak show. Today, my debt to you is paid.”