I become a SheEO After Dirvorce

Chapter 98

Chapter 98 Zayla Is Cool

“I won’t be killed.”

Lincoln smiled at her and then began to fight with the men with iron bars.

“If we still don’t leave, none of us could leave. Just go get reinforcements,” Simon said.

Although it sounded heartless, what he said made sense.

Zayla was prepared to send Simon to a safe zone first.

She drove the motorcycle and sped on the road.

She was going to the other side to get reinforcements.

Zayla thought, Lincoln, you can’t die.

She had no time to see what he had given her, but she held it tightly in her hand.

Normally, it would take twenty minutes for Zayla to get to the other end of the town,

but Zayla went there in ten minutes.

Her cry for help attracted the attention of many locals and tourists.

These people were kind-hearted.

Zayla did not have time to say more and handed Simon over to them.

“Where are you going?” Simon held Zayla’s hand.

“Let go of me.” Zayla glanced at him.

“You’re going to save Lincoln? Do you know how dangerous it is?”

“Doesn’t he know the danger? But he still came to save us!

“We’ve already called the police. Just let the police deal with it. Calm down. He is very good at fighting.” Simon endured the pain and was excited.

Zayla asked, “Aren’t you also very good at fighting?”

Simon was speechless.

Zayla saw clearly what Lincoln had stuffed into her hand. It was a small retractable saber.

Lincoln had given her the only tool to ensure their safety.

And he was unarmed, fighting seven men alone.

Zayla wouldn’t let him exchange his life for hers. Everyone’s life was valuable.

Zayla flung Simon’s hand away and got on the motorcycle.

Zayla didn’t know what would happen if she went back, but she knew that if she didn’t go back, she would have a terrible conscience about it for the rest of her life, unable to eat or sleep well.

She had to save Lincoln.

Even if they both died, her conscience wouldn’t prick her.

The motorcycle sped up and disappeared into the night…

At this time, Lincoln was fighting with the men.

The gun was kicked further and further away, and no one could get it. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Even if Lincoln fought seven men alone, he still had the upper hand in terms of physical strength.

In a three-story house on the side…

Several strong men were lying on the ground, holding binoculars.

“Aziel, should we rush down to help him?”

“We can’t let Mr. Nash get hurt.”

Aziel rolled his eyes at them.

“Why are you in such a hurry? Didn’t Mr. Nash say that we would rush down when he looked at us? If it is not necessary, he won’t ask us for help. He must be waiting.”

“What is he waiting for?” The other bodyguards looked at each other.

“What is he waiting for? He’s waiting for our future…”

Before Aziel could finish his sentence, a blinding light appeared.

Zayla appeared on her motorcycle with an overbearing aura. She came to save Lincoln.

Zayla got off the motorcycle, picked up the axe on the ground, and walked quickly toward the crowd.

Every step she took was filled with intimidating ruthlessness.

The bodyguards lying on the floor upstairs all looked fearful…

This woman was really handsome and wild.

The axe was naturally better than an iron bar.

As the axe was chopped down, blood would be seen.

Zayla helped Lincoln out, and they worked together to attack the men.

The men fell to the ground one by one. Some were exhausted, some were injured, and some were scared.

“Let’s go.”

Lincoln grabbed Zayla’s hand, took the axe, and smashed it behind them.

Zayla nodded and sat in the driver’s seat.

Lincoln asked, “You drive?”