"Come back with me…" Chase forcibly carried her off the operating table and walked out.
Hazel's face was filled with panic. She struggled with all her might in his arms. "Let go of me, Chase. Can you not be so domineering?"
Chase ignored her resistance, dismissing it entirely!
His grip tightened around her like a pair of steel pincers, rendering her powerless to struggle.
In the hospital corridor, a few security guards approached, brandishing batons. The nurse pointed at Chase, her voice trembling with horror. "Someone's causing trouble. It's them!"
"What the hell are you doing? Who the hell are you?" The security captain pointed his baton at Chase, his posture exuding authority.
Chase paid no heed to his outburst and continued walking straight toward him.
Chase possessed an inherent aura of power. It was evident that he was someone not to be provoked!
