Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 762

Chapter 762: Drugged.

Ryan froze for a split second as the scene in front of him burned in his mind —the three drunken men towering over Zenith, her weak frame pinned against the couch, tears streaking her pale cheeks.

He didn’t need any more details to understand what was happening there —what those men were trying to do. And the very realization made something snap inside him.

The next second, the air in the room turned razor sharp. His fists clenched and his jaw tightened. His entire presence radiated lethal rage. Stepping inside, his voice thundered —low, clipped, and filled with such dangerous authority that even in their drunken stupor, the men faltered.

"Get. Away. From. Her."

Two of them instinctively stepped back, their smirks faltering. But the one holding Zenith down didn’t move. His hand still gripped her arms, his body poised to press against her.

"CEO Foster, it will be fun. Why don’t you join —"

Ryan didn’t let him finish. In a flash, he grabbed the man by his collar and yanked him off Zenith.

Before the drunk could register the motion, Ryan’s fist crashed into his jaw with brutal force, the crack echoing like a gunshot across the room.

The man flew sideways, collapsing against the table with a strangled groan.

The other two men exchanged glances before lunging forward, emboldened by the drink.

One of them tried and swung at Ryan, but before he could even touch his hair, Ryan caught his wrist mid-air, twisting it so violently that the man screamed in agony. With one sharp shove, Ryan slammed him against the wall. His knuckles turned white as his grip dug into the man’s throat.

"You dared to lay your filthy hands on here?" Ryan growled, his voice like thunder. "You dared to think that you could do that while I stand by?"

"Sh-she is just a secretary, CEO Foster. We —" The man choked, his eyes bulging, until Ryan hurled him to the ground like a discarded trash.

"She isn’t just a secretary. She is my secretary. How dare you!"

The third man heard him and cursed before charging. But Ryan turned on him with predatory precision. His fist drove into his stomach, knocking the wind from him, before Ryan’s knees collided with his ribs.

The man crumpled, grasping and writing.

The three of them groaned on the floor —too dazed and battered to rise under the weight of Ryan’s glare.

He straightened, his breathing controlled and his voice cutting through the heavy silence like a blade. "Get out before I make sure none of you crawl out of here alive."

The men scrambled to their feet, trying to gather themselves and run. However, Ryan’s voice pierced again, stiffening them. "And hear me clearly —if you ever so much as think of looking at her again, I will bury your companies, your names, and your lives."

The threat was enough. Stumbling, the men scrambled out of the room. They no longer acted brave. If anything, they felt in that moment was the fear —fear of getting ruined with nothing left.

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