Amora watched the two men closely, and her instincts immediately told her that something was wrong. Without thinking, she shouted, “Blake! Watch out!” Her voice was loud enough to draw the attention of the people around them. In a flash, Blake jumped to the side, narrowly avoiding an incoming attack. The beer bottle swung past him, missing his head by mere inches. With his quick reflexes, he had managed to dodge just in time. Amora felt her heart race. That was too close! The two men grew even angrier. Their eyes burned with fury as they cursed under their breath. “You think you can just dodge and walk away?” one of them yelled, his face red with rage. “You think this is a game? We just want to keep you away from those girls!” Amora felt her own anger flare up. Without hesitation, she stepped forward, standing firmly in front of Blake, determined to protect him. “Blake did nothing wrong! What do you think you’re doing?” she shouted, not caring about the eyes now fixed on the

"Mother, this is not right! You're hurting me!" Amora winced in pain as the two men’s grip on her arms tightened. She had been struggling nonstop, trying to break free. "I don’t care! What matters is that you accept Xavier’s proposal now." Zuri grabbed a bridal veil and placed it over Amora’s hair. "You are getting married to Xavier today." "No! This can’t happen!" Amora shook her head, desperately trying to remove the headpiece. "I will hate you for this, Mother." "I don’t care!" Zuri yelled directly in Amora’s face. "One day, you will understand that this is all for your own good." Amora couldn’t believe her mother could be this cruel. This was completely illegal! She shot a sharp glare at Xavier. "I hate you," she spat. "This is coercion. You should not be doing this!" Xavier simply raised an eyebrow, unfazed by her outburst. This was an agreement between him and Zuri—Amora’s opinion didn’t matter. The wedding would proceed no matter what. Amora frantically scanned the room

"Hey, ugly woman, stop making things up!" one of the women sneered. "Someone as ugly as you could never be Blake’s wife. You and Blake are like the ocean and a dirty flood—completely incompatible!" she added, receiving nods of agreement from the other women. "Amanda is right. Before claiming to be Blake’s wife, you should go buy a mirror and take a good look at yourself. Self-awareness is important. Or have you already lost your mind?" another woman mocked, scanning Amora from head to toe with a condescending gaze. "Maybe she’s an escaped mental patient," one of them said, eyes widening in a mix of shock and feigned fear. "Guys, should I call the asylum right now? We have to report her before she gets even crazier, right?" she continued in an exaggerated tone. Amora's young coconut became the target of the women’s anger. Meanwhile, Blake, who had been silently observing and listening to the cruel taunts, clenched his fists tightly, resisting the urge to step in. No—he wanted to

Hearing that, Eva and Alice gave the servant a sharp look. "Huh, what are you saying? The payment has been completed?" "Yes, it's done." The waitress replied kindly. Not believing that, they took the receipt from the waiter's hand and looked at the total payment Blake had made. Their eyes widened at the amount written on it. "1.8 million dollars?" That was a huge amount of money, even during the time Alice had been dating her boyfriend, they had never eaten at a fancy restaurant to the point of spending that much money. This was really shocking for her. Both of them were shocked, gulped down their saliva, then looked at each other. They looked back at the waiter to confirm. "Is this correct?" The waiter nodded his head. "It is, Miss. The payment has been completed, according to the note." The waitress again pointed at the receipt, then looked at Blake kindly. "Sir, this is your card. Thank you." The waitress handed the black card back into Blake's hand. Amora who saw that was

Seeing Blake walk away, Arthur immediately got up and followed, with the others right behind him. "Stop right there, you bastard!" Blake halted his steps and turned around, his gaze cold. Meanwhile, the five men glared at him sharply. "You!" Robby pointed an accusing finger at Blake. "You damn bastard. You're the one who did this to us, aren't you?" "You deliberately led us into this restricted area and lured the bear out to attack us." Another man chimed in, blaming Blake, then pulled James, who was barely standing. "Look, because of you, my friend is seriously injured." James barely had the strength to speak. Even standing required support from his friend to keep him from collapsing. His face had turned pale, and his lips were beginning to turn blue from losing so much blood. He had been worried about Blake before, but now, he was more concerned about his own chances of surviving in this forest. "You have no shame. You cheated and tried to eliminate us from this hunting event