Chapter 3The Kidnapper's Choice: A Second Chance at Letting Go

Just like in my past life, they left one guy in the van to watch me.

The rest of them charged toward the repair shop.

My hands were tied behind my back. The kidnapper in the driver's seat completely ignored me, thinking I wasn't a threat.

Taking advantage of his inattention, I leaned over and used my teeth to pull the door handle.

I shoved the door open and ran forward like a maniac.

My target was the same as the kidnappers': the auto repair shop.

I wanted to make a bet. A bet that they wouldn't just watch someone die without helping.

So, I blatantly charged right in.

The repair shop was already in total chaos.

I immediately spotted the young owner.

His features were sharp and defined, radiating an aura of unwavering righteousness.

Combined with his agile, powerful fighting moves, he looked incredibly cool.

Terrified of getting caught in the crossfire, I hunched over and sprinted toward him with lightning speed.

But I used too much force and ended up tackling him straight to the ground.

As I crashed into his chest, my face went pale with terror.

"I-I'm so sorry."

I apologized incoherently.

"Could you please, please help me?"

The man glanced at me, his brow furrowing.

The next second, he grabbed me and rolled several times across the floor.

Then, with a loud CRASH, a heavy stool slammed into the exact spot we had just been lying in.

If he hadn't noticed it in time, I would have been seriously injured, if not worse.

Still shaken, the kidnappers noticed I had escaped from the van.

So, their objective shifted from taking over the shop to demanding I be handed over.

The two sides faced off.

I looked pitifully at the man beside me and whispered, "If you can save me, I'll do anything you want."

He didn't answer. Instead, he stared thoughtfully at the group of kidnappers.

Someone behind him couldn't help but warn him, "Noah, less trouble is better than more."

So his name is Noah.

Receiving no answer after a long pause, my heart slowly sank.

Forget it. Why force him?

When the leader of the kidnappers yelled for me to come over for the third time, I took a step forward.

But almost instantly, a hand clamped down on my shoulder.

I was forced to stop.

Noah stepped forward and announced to the kidnappers, "She's under my protection today."

Perhaps even God was on my side, because the loud roar of motorcycles suddenly echoed from outside.

A confident smile spread across Noah's face.

"My backup is here."

Hearing this, the kidnappers shot me a resentful glare, cursed under their breath, and left.

My heart, which had been hanging by a thread, finally dropped back into my chest.

I let out a long breath and suddenly felt the tension on my wrists loosen.

Noah had cut the ropes binding my hands.