Chapter 4The Billionaire's Anchor: Escaping the Heir's Obsession

I wasn't standing very far away. Maybe the man was just too terrified, but I couldn't clearly make out what he was saying at first. However, seeing a grown man pale with terror and driven to the brink of madness...

I instinctively assumed it was a group of rich, spoiled brats bullying someone. Driven by a strong sense of justice, I marched right over.

I stormed up to the boy leading the group and demanded righteously:

"Hey, what do you think you're doing? A whole group beating up one guy? Have you no shame?"

The leader frowned and looked at me, a dark hostility rising in his eyes.

Everyone around him shut their mouths. Even the man who had been wailing stopped abruptly. A deathly silence fell over the scene.

Probably no one had ever spoken to Oliver Sterling like that. Their faces clearly read, "You're dead meat."

I had no idea who Oliver Sterling was at the time.

Although I could sense something was off from the look in their eyes, I didn't care.

I took a few steps forward, looking him dead in the eye, holding my head high, not backing down an inch.

We were standing very close—so close I could smell the crisp scent of cedar on him, mixed with a faint trace of tobacco.

The moment I stepped closer, the hostility in his eyes vanished completely. He looked up at me, slightly stunned, a flicker of confusion in his gaze.

I thought my righteous anger had intimidated him. Just as I was about to tell them to let the man go...

Oliver suddenly grabbed me by the collar and yanked me closer. Our faces were mere inches apart.

Instinctively thinking he was going to attack me, I didn't hesitate. I clenched my fist and swung it straight at his face.

Oliver casually blocked it with two swift movements, grabbed my arm, and twisted it behind my back.

Although I had never had formal training, I grew up in a rough neighborhood and frequently dealt with street thugs, so I knew how to throw a punch.

But despite all the fights I'd been in, I had never been manhandled like this—completely subdued in just one move.

My heart sank. This guy knew how to fight.