The men were shocked at Megan’s reaction.

They sized her up—high heels, white shirt, and a body-hugging skirt. She was as gorgeous as a movie star!

“I’m a cop! Put down your weapons!” Megan said coldly.

Cop?

The men’s expression darkened. They looked at each other, then surrounded Megan.

Darryl’s head hurts. This woman had no weapon on her, yet she dared to stand up to them?

He slapped his forehead, then silently crept toward them.

“Brothers, tie her up!” the leader howled. This was an unexpected gift! She was too beautiful.

The men smiled devilish and approached Megan with a rope.

‘This woman is such a troublemaker,’ thought Darryl. He sighed, then rushed forward.

“Megan, look after the rest, I’ll deal with the robbers!” yelled Darryl. He punched the first robber in the face. The robber could barely react and his body flew across and passed out.

What?! Knocking someone unconscious with only one punch? Was he not a useless live-in son-in-law? How was he so strong?