Julian Lancaster cast a cold glance at him, his eyes full of indifference. The intense aura around him made Vincent Lancaster shudder violently, feeling an inexplicable fear.
"I’m taking my woman away. What’s it to you?"
Upon hearing this, Vincent Lancaster instantly became displeased.
What do you mean she’s his woman? Nina Sinclair is his girlfriend!
He merely made a mistake that all men in the world can make—carelessly losing track of Nina Sinclair. He realized that the one he truly loves is still Nina Sinclair.
Vincent Lancaster shouted with bloodshot eyes, "Nina Sinclair is my girlfriend! She will come back to me!"
Seeing Vincent Lancaster’s agitated expression, Julian Lancaster showed a look of mockery. He glanced at Sierra Sinclair, who was on the ground, and said, "Shouldn’t you take your real woman to the hospital? She seems to be in a pretty bad state."
Sierra Sinclair had been roughly pushed by Vincent Lancaster just now.
Her injuries weren’t very serious, but her mental state was extremely poor at the moment, looking quite terrifying.
Vincent Lancaster didn’t spare a glance at Sierra Sinclair. All his attention was focused on Nina Sinclair in Julian Lancaster’s arms, only wanting to snatch Nina Sinclair back.
Seeing Julian Lancaster holding Nina Sinclair and not allowing him to get even a step closer, an expression of unwillingness appeared in Vincent Lancaster’s eyes.
Before Vincent Lancaster could speak, Julian Lancaster had already turned away with her in his arms.
Vincent Lancaster took a few steps forward and shouted loudly, "Are you really Julian Lancaster?"
At Old Madam Lancaster’s birthday banquet a few days ago, he didn’t see Julian Lancaster. Later, when Old Master Lancaster was discharged, he saw Marcus Walsh, but Marcus Walsh didn’t give him the same feeling as this young white-faced man. Vincent Lancaster suspected that he was the real Julian Lancaster.
Hearing Vincent Lancaster’s question, Julian Lancaster’s eyes darkened.
He just paused for a moment, didn’t say anything, and directly stepped away!
When Vincent Lancaster wanted to chase after them again, he was suddenly hugged by someone from behind, and Sierra Sinclair, seeing that he wanted to leave, immediately stepped forward and tightly hugged him, "Vincent, can we start over? Give me a chance, I love you..." Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novᴇl(ꜰ)ire.ɴet
Julian Lancaster placed Nina Sinclair in his car, bent over, and fastened her seatbelt for her.
At this moment, Nina Sinclair was utterly collapsing; her consciousness was already unclear.
Seeing the unusual flush on Nina Sinclair’s cheeks, how could he not know what had happened to her?
Julian Lancaster’s face sank deeply, anger flaring in his eyes. He returned to the driver’s seat, sat down, and took out his phone to dial Walter Wyatt’s number, "Sierra Sinclair is suspected of intentional injury. Handle it and have her arrested."
After a brief pause, Julian Lancaster’s eyes filled with chilling coldness, and he added, "Vincent Lancaster is an accomplice."
After saying this, he hung up the phone, put the phone back, started the car, and left the place.
They quickly returned to Royal Vista Estates.
Julian Lancaster brought Nina Sinclair into the bathroom and turned on the faucet to wash her.
Although there were faster ways to relieve Nina Sinclair’s condition, Julian Lancaster didn’t use them.
Last time, he helped Nina Sinclair detox in this way, which later left her with psychological trauma. To this day, Nina Sinclair was still very resistant to him. He couldn’t hurt Nina Sinclair again and worsen their relationship.
Cold water poured down from above, and Nina Sinclair regained much of her senses.
She saw the familiar handsome face in front of her and remembered the scene before she fainted, her eyes quickly turning red.
"Julian Lancaster..."
Thank goodness he came earlier. When Vincent Lancaster tried to forcibly take her away, she was filled with despair.
Perhaps it was due to inner fear, or maybe it was because she didn’t want to lose herself again.
Nina Sinclair began to cry, looking extremely sad.
Julian Lancaster furrowed his brows deeply. He squatted down and looked at Nina Sinclair, asking worriedly, "How are you feeling? Does it still hurt a lot? Should I get a doctor to check on you?"