No Divorce? The Billionaire's Love Chase! novel Chapter 444

She immediately thought of the two middle-aged junk collectors from earlier that day and Cyrus's warning before bed. Cautiously, she decided against using her phone for light and felt her way in the dark to her door.

"Mr. Cyrus?"

Claudia slipped into Cyrus's room and called his name softly.

In the darkness, a hand clamped over her mouth, pushing her into a small, double-doored cabinet under the desk.

Heeding Cyrus's silent warning, Claudia curled up in the small cabinet, her heart pounding with fear.

Her first thought was that intruders had broken into Grant Manor.

She couldn't be a liability to Cyrus.

A few minutes later, a beam of light suddenly shot into the room. The sound of the French doors shattering was followed by several unidentified figures rushing in from outside.

They all charged directly at Cyrus, who sat calmly in his wheelchair with only his aide, Oliver, by his side.

Peeking through a crack in the cabinet door, Claudia saw several assailants with daggers lunging at Cyrus in the chaotic, dimly lit room.

In a panic, she burst out of the cabinet and shoved Cyrus's wheelchair hard to the side.

Caught completely off guard, Cyrus was sent sliding across the room, past his aide Oliver.

Oliver could only stare, speechless.

Two knife-wielding attackers turned on Claudia with menacing expressions. She spun around and tried to dive back under the desk for cover.

In that split second, York arrived.

Claudia shoved York towards the attackers. "Quick, save Mr. Cyrus!"

Before York could even say a word of concern for Claudia, he was pushed into the fray.

In the chaos of the room, York had no time to react, moving swiftly to Cyrus's side.

During the fight, both Cyrus and York were attacked from the front and back.

If she had known Cyrus had it all under control, she never would have gotten involved and made a mess of things.

Cyrus gave Claudia an appreciative look. "Try to be a bit more perceptive next time."

Claudia nodded while checking Cyrus over. "Mr. Cyrus, are you hurt anywhere?"

Before she could finish, York grabbed her and pulled her in front of him.

He gritted his teeth against the searing pain of his wounds. "Can't you see I'm the one who's hurt?"

Claudia turned and finally seemed to remember York was there.

He was wearing a black suit jacket, and a large patch at his waist was soaked through.

Blood was seeping through the fingers he had pressed against the wound.

Claudia glanced at the amount of blood and said, "The devil looks after his own. Mr. Ferguson, you will be fine."