Page 140 of My Damaged Protector

“What the fuck happened?” I ask.

“You're free to go, Sarah. You don't have to save our father anymore.”

“What?” Lauren and I say at the same time. She enters just as Peter is speaking.

“What are you talking about?” I ask.

“What do you mean she doesn't have to save our father?” Lauren demands.

I ignore her and look straight into Peter's eyes. “And Olivia?”

“You won't hear from me again,” he says determinedly.

I nod, unable to believe that he agrees to this willingly.

Ian did or said something to him, and whatever it is worked. Thank God.

“Good, because I never want to see any of your faces again.”

Peter nods. Lauren instantly puts her hands on me to stop me from leaving.

“Like hell you won't! I'm not going to let you kill our father.”

Glancing down at the lower part of my body where she's holding onto to me, I look back at her face.

“You have three seconds to take your filthy hands off my body, or I'll rip them off you.”

She stares at me defiantly, calling my bluff. Just when I'm ready to push her away, Peter rips her off me.

“It's over, Lauren. Let her go.”

“What the fuck happened to you? Why are you suddenly backing out? Because her boyfriend threatened you? We can handle him!”

“No, Lauren, we can't.” The finality in his tone tells me Ian really has him by the balls.

Smiling, I walk out of the room and go straight to my car. I immediately enter and start to drive away. I'm only a few minutes into the drive when my phone rings.

Connecting my phone to the car's Bluetooth, I pick up the call.

“Where are you?” Ian's voice fills the small space of my car.

I giggle at the sound of his voice. “Ian, oh my God, I can't thank you enough! Whatever you did, it worked! Oh, thank you!” I gush, taking the road that leads to the hotel I booked earlier on my trip over.

“Sarah, I said where are you?” he asks, his voice firm and demanding.

I pause, trying to understand why he sounds this way. I thought he’d be happy right now.

“Is everything okay?” I ask.

“No, so tell me, where are you?”

“Um… I'm on my way to the hotel.”

“Same one you were last time?”

“Yes, why?”

“What room?”

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