Daya backed up to a wall, she closed her eyes as the man with a mole lunged towards her.

Just then, a strong wind brushed over her body. Her hair became a mess while feeling a slight stinging pain on her face.

What she thought would’ve happened, didn’t.

She opened her eyes and noticed a tall figure in front of her. He was holding another woman over his shoulders, whereas his other hand had grabbed onto the man’s neck, lifting his entire body up.

He was Alex.

“Alex!” Daya felt relieved and hugged Alex from behind. “I knew you wouldn’t leave me!”

Alex came back because he figured that Daya might in fact be in danger.

However, Dorothy wouldn’t listen to his explanations, she insisted on running off.

Unable to convince her, he poked on some of her pressure points to have her fall asleep. With this, he lifted her over his shoulders and rushed back to the villa.

He didn’t expect his assumptions to be true, Daya really was in danger.

At that moment, his thirst for blood rose up in h