When Gavin pulled Liza into his arms, a wave of relief washed over him. He was grateful that his wife wasn’t as fragile as she appeared. If she had been, facing the assault from those five attackers might have ended disastrously. The thought of arriving a moment too late sent a chill down his spine. If she had been harmed—if her face had been scarred—what then? The mere possibility filled him with a cold fury that radiated from his very being. His sharp eyes narrowed as he surveyed the group with an icy detachment. His voice was low and eerily calm, yet it carried a weight that made the attackers tremble. “Serena sent you.” The statement was simple, but the authority and menace in his tone made the air feel suffocating. It was as if a shadowy specter from the depths of hell stood before them. Suddenly, a team of bodyguards dressed in black appeared, swiftly subduing the five individuals.Gavin turned to his assistant, his tone devoid of emotion. “George, deal with them.” George, having already alerted the police, nodded. The attackers were taken into custody, yet they remained defiant. They believed that Serena would rescue them, using her influence and wealth to secure their release. Meanwhile, Liza bent down, carefully retrieving the fallen ring. She gently wiped away the dirt, frowning. “It’s dirty now…” Gavin’s sharp gaze softened slightly as he took her hand. “You could’ve handled them yourself, couldn’t you?” Caught off guard, Liza hesitated. “I guess so.” Gavin exhaled, his chest rising and falling as he worked to steady his emotions. While he knew Liza had the skills to defend herself, the attackers’ methods were cruel and unpredictable. The thought of her getting hurt was intolerable. His eyes shifted to the ring in her hand. “Was it for the ring?” Her movements froze, and she glanced up at him, guilt flickering across her face. Gavin picked up the ring, examining it with a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “You treasure my gift so much that you’d risk injury to protect it?” Liza’s heart skipped a beat. When the ring had hit the ground earlier, it felt like a piece of her heart had shattered. While she’d received many gifts in the past, this ring was special—it was the first thing Gavin had ever given her. The memory of those people nearly destroying it stirred a surge of anger within her. She quickly composed herself and cleared her throat. “Don’t overthink it. I just think the ring is expensive, and it’d be a waste to lose it.” Gavin’s lips curved into a knowing smile as he gently traced the ring’s surface. “If it’s so expensive, surely you know what brand it is?” Liza blinked, momentarily speechless. Why was he suddenly asking about the brand? She had no idea. Rings weren’t something she wore often, and she didn’t pay much attention to such details. Gavin’s voice was teasing as he asked again, “You don’t know?” Her confusion deepened, and she stammered, trying to find a response. Before she could, Gavin let out a soft chuckle. “You don’t even know the brand, yet you call it expensive? You were even willing to risk your safety for it?” A flush of embarrassment crept up Liza’s neck. She mumbled under her breath, “I may not know the brand, but I know the things you give me are never cheap.” His laughter was warm this time, and his gaze softened, holding hers with an intensity that made her heart race. After a brief pause, Gavin raised his hand and gently brushed Liza's cool cheek. His voice was soft yet firm, carrying a sense of undeniable certainty. "Liza, you really like me, don’t you?" Liza froze, her eyes widening in shock as her body tensed. The unexpected question sent a wave of panic through her, leaving her utterly speechless. Just then, Albert approached from a distance, breaking the tension. Without hesitation, Liza rushed toward him, desperate to escape the awkwardness. Gavin stood still, his expression calm, though a faint smile played on his lips. His eyes gleamed with amusement. Clearly, Mrs. Liza was flustered. Meanwhile, the five attackers, now in police custody, refused to confess to their crimes. However, the video evidence Liza provided left them with no plausible defense. The news of the attack spread rapidly across the internet, sparking widespread outrage. The details were shocking—a group of individuals, supposedly seeking revenge for a female celebrity, had nearly taken someone’s life. Speculation among netizens ran wild. Although the mastermind’s identity remained unknown, the severity of the incident captured everyone's attention. “I heard those attackers are minors,” one comment read. “They think they can get away with anything, even murder. If that woman hadn’t been rescued, she’d be dead by now!” “This world is insane,” another user replied. “Obsessive fans are terrifying. I heard the victim isn’t even part of the entertainment industry.” The online discussion intensified until someone shared a blurry photo with a caption: "Is it just me, or does the person in the photo look like Liza? She’s not in showbiz, so what female celebrity could hold a grudge against her?" Within moments, the comment—and others mentioning Liza’s name—vanished from the thread. It was clear someone was monitoring the situation closely. At the Sinclair Family residence, tension filled the air. Crash! A glass cup shattered against the floor, shards scattering in all directions. Serena’s face contorted with rage as she screamed, “That wretched woman! How is she so lucky? Five people attacked her, and yet she came out unscathed! Instead, she’s created a public spectacle!” Madam Victoria, her mother, paced nervously, her hands trembling. “Serena, what do we do now?” Gritting her teeth, Serena forced herself to regain composure. “We need to get them out of this mess. They can’t be left to rot in custody.” Madam Victoria’s expression darkened with worry. “I’ve already sent people to try, but it’s not that simple. They nearly killed someone! Besides, Liza has powerful allies. The police won’t let this slide easily.” Serena’s heart sank, her chest tightening at the revelation. Those attackers were nothing more than her fanatical supporters, willing to do her bidding at any cost. For years, they’d been her safety net—ready to solve problems, silence enemies, and take the fall when necessary. Normally, even if they were caught, she could leverage her influence to secure their release. But this time was different. This time, Liza had the upper hand.