Chapter 83: She’s dead

"If you dare take one more step, I'll shoot and blow your head off," echoed the cold voice of a mafia member from behind Harry.

Emma's heart skipped a beat. Her face instantly paled, and she exclaimed, "Who dares to touch him? I won't allow it!"

With that, she fiercely bit down on Manuel's shoulder, causing him to emit a slight groan.

Tilting his head, looking at Emma, Manuel slowly set her down and chuckled, "Feisty woman, do you need to be so passionately protective?"

Emma glared at him and was about to run towards Harry when Manuel tightly grabbed her wrist. Her entire body was now within his strong embrace. One hand lifted Emma's delicate chin, and the other waved a greeting towards Harry.

"Brother, do we know each other? It's a bit impolite of you to intrude on our private space so early in the morning."

"Release her quickly. I came here to take her back."

Harry's voice remained cold and stern, as usual, but his slightly pallid complexion couldn't hide the fact that he was unwell