Chapter 655 The Newman Group!
At this moment, Ryder was at a disadvantage and didn't immediately answer like he had earlier. His eyes flashed coldly as he searched for a way out. Unfortunately, the alley was completely blocked—no escape route in sight.
This was getting tricky.
Seeing his advantage, Zach smirked: "Not so tough now, are you? This is what happens when you stick your nose where it doesn't belong!"
Suddenly, Zach's knees buckled and he fell forward toward Ryder. Ursa had been following them. Seeing the confrontation, she'd swiftly moved in and kicked Zach squarely from behind, sending him sprawling. Her movements were clean and efficient—not a wasted motion.
"I've already called the police!" she shouted. "Unless you want to be thrown in jail, I suggest you leave now!"
Zach scrambled to his feet and shot Ryder a venomous look. "You bastard. Passion Logistics Management Company, right? I won't forget this!" With that threat, he and his gang fled.
Of course, no police were actually coming—Ursa had bluffed.
Though Ryder found this woman's marriage proposal annoying, he was grateful for her intervention. Ursa, however, wasted no time: "I just saved your life. Now will you marry my boss?"
Ryder clutched his injured arm, wincing in pain. "I decline."
Ursa noticed his injuries and changed her approach. "Let's put that aside for now. I have a first aid kit in the car. Let's stop that bleeding first."
This time, Ryder didn't refuse. He was concerned about blood loss potentially causing him to pass out.
Ursa cleaned the wound with alcohol, applied medication, and wrapped it with several layers of bandages before securing it. The bleeding stopped.
"Thanks," Ryder said appreciatively. "You're really good at this."
Ursa just smiled without responding.
"Of course she is!" Max proudly chimed in. "Ursa graduated from medical school. You're lucky to have her personally treat your wound!"
"Thanks again. If there's nothing else, I should get going." Ryder stood up, intending to salvage his delivery truck and scattered packages.
He felt frustrated. Despite learning many techniques from Rex, he was still nowhere near Rex's skill level. If Rex had been here, these street thugs wouldn't have stood a chance.
But that wasn't the point—he needed to become stronger quickly. He'd face many similar situations in his work and life, and he couldn't always count on Rex to protect him.
"Look at your deliveries—they're ruined," Ursa said sympathetically, looking at the damaged truck and scattered packages, some leaking their contents. "You'll be fired when you get back, and you can't possibly afford to pay for all this."
Then she immediately returned to her agenda. "Please reconsider my offer about marrying into the Newman family. I guarantee if you want to stay in the delivery business, the Newman family might give you your own delivery company!"
Ryder's mouth twitched. He looked up at Ursa wearily, then looked away. He had zero interest in being anyone's son-in-law.
"Are you worried Miss Newman has physical or psychological issues?" Ursa pressed, noticing his lack of interest. "Miss Newman is beautiful—a hundred times more beautiful than me. She's perfectly healthy mentally and physically. She just needs a kind, brave, and upright husband."
"No need to pick me. He seems like a good choice," Ryder pointed at Max, giving him a thumbs up. "If he's not married, he could be Miss Newman's husband."
Max's face reddened, and he quickly shook his head.
"I'm already married," Ryder finally said. "You're just wasting your time with me. Thanks for helping with the truck and packages, though. I saved you ten thousand dollars earlier, so let's call it even. Bye!"
Ryder finished gathering the packages, waved to them, and rode off on his three-wheeled delivery cart.
Ursa and Max stood there speechless.
Ursa couldn't believe it. Such a young guy working as a delivery person—how could he possibly be married? "Married? Is that just an excuse to avoid marrying into a family?" She was convinced it was just a pretext.
"Why didn't you mention that the Newman family is Aurora City's top-tier family?" Max asked, puzzled.
"I did mention the Newman family, but he didn't even react to the name."
"Maybe he doesn't know about Aurora City's high society?"
Ursa crossed her arms and looked at Max. "What brand is your TV?"
"Newman Group," Max answered honestly.
"Your toilet?"
"Also Newman Group."
"Your stove?"
"Newman Group."
After several more questions with the same answers, Ursa's throat felt even drier.
"So do you really think that man doesn't know about the Newman Group? Even his delivery uniform was made by a Newman Group clothing factory!"
"You're right! Newman Group makes practically every household product in Texas. He must know about it. Most people with the Newman surname wouldn't dare call themselves 'the Newman family' unless they were actually part of it!"
"Exactly!" Ursa flicked a strand of hair from her cheek and called Quinlan Newman.
"We've found a suitable candidate. Great character, but he's a delivery man," she reported.
"What's his name?" The voice on the other end was elegant yet dignified.
"I tried to find out, but he didn't seem interested in marrying into a family. The conversation kept veering off-topic." Ursa realized what she'd forgotten—she never asked for his name.
"A man who made you break your principles? I'd like to meet him."
"Please don't tease me! I did notice his delivery uniform number was H3, which should be from Rigal District's third delivery station. We can go there to find him."
"Good, I'll make time to check it out. The family's been pressuring me, so we need to settle this soon. Thank you and Max for your efforts."
"It's no trouble!" Ursa responded confidently. "And I guarantee, this gentleman won't disappoint you!"
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