Chapter 155 Just Her Luck
Skylar didn't give up and was about to say something else. But Natalie's phone rang.
The ringtone shattered their humorous atmosphere. Natalie had no choice but to answer it while walking.
It was Yves. "I heard there's an escaped convict nearby. Wait there, I'll send someone to pick you up."
Natalie smiled. "No need, I can walk by myself."
She ignored them and walked straight past.
Gabriel called out, "Natalie."
Natalie didn't have time to react. Gabriel caught up to her. "I'll drive you home," Gabriel said.
Natalie raised an eyebrow and chuckled lightly, feeling surprised. She thought, 'What makes him think that we are so close? Is he crazy? This is totally unnecessary!'
Gabriel's tone was calm, and the streetlights in the night stretched his shadow long. "Don't get me wrong. I heard there's an escaped convict around here. It's not safe. If something happens to you, I'll get blamed online."
It was said that the vicious convict had already robbed many people.
He looked somewhat lonely. As he spoke, a hint of nervousness flashed across his face, which Natalie thought she must have misread.
She wondered if he would really be nervous about her safety.
But she then dismissed the idea, thinking it was too ridiculous.
Seeing Skylar catching up, her resentful look was all too obvious.
Natalie curled her lips.
Her voice was cold. "No need. I'd rather run into the convict than stay with you."
With that, she walked away, not wanting to say another word.
"Natalie, what's her problem? She is so ungrateful!" Skylar was furious.
Natalie rejected Gabriel in front of her; wasn't that an insult to her?
She thoguht Natalie must have done it on purpose!
Gabriel's eyes were deep, and as Brad drove up, Gabriel got in the car and said coldly, "Start."
No matter how much Skylar called from behind, it was useless!
Brad drove off in an instant.
Several streetlights on this stretch of road were broken, and Gabriel's face showed tension and unease, with a constant sense of foreboding.
Under the dim streetlight ahead, a car was parked there, but no one was inside.
Brad called out, "That's Ms. Clark's car!"
In less than two minutes, something had happened.
"Stop!" Gabriel said coldly, his eyes filled with a sharp chill. Without another word, he jumped out of the car and quickly ran over.
Brad quickly followed.
Just as they got close, they heard a man's muffled grunt, and then they saw Natalie standing in front of her car with a bald man.
Upon closer inspection, the man had a knife in his hand, dirt on his body, and was looking at Natalie in a panic and rage.
Seeing more people, the man became even more frantic, wanting to end it quickly.
Natalie calmly took a step back, her gaze sharp and fearless.
Yes, just her luck.
With so many people coming and going, she was the one who ran into the convict!
Just as the man lunged at her with the knife, Natalie suddenly sidestepped, spun around, and delivered a heavy kick to his chest, slamming him onto the car hood.
Her movements were fluid and decisive.
She looked both fierce and beautiful!
The man caught off guard and didn't expect Natalie to have such skills. He endured the pain and got up, but before he could raise the knife, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist!
"Ah!"
He screamed in agony, the knife falling to the ground, and the heel of a high-heeled shoe pierced his palm!
He screamed in excruciating pain! His cries of agony echoed through the night.
The threat was neutralized.
Brad watched in shock, his body trembling from the man's terrified screams.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed what had just happened was real!
Natalie didn't give anyone a chance to play the hero.
The next second, Gabriel stepped forward, his face stern, and ran to check on Natalie.
He ordered, "Brad, call the police!"
"Yes!" answered Brad.
He didn't dare delay for a second.
Natalie knew someone was coming, but she didn't expect it to be Gabriel.
Seeing him, she just calmly looked away and went to change into her spare shoes.
The high heels she liked were stained with blood and dirty. Although it was a pity, she wouldn't wear them again.
"Natalie, are you hurt?"
