Chapter 295

"Ha ha ha, Saint was kicked out by your family. How could he come and save you now? Even if he were here, what could he possibly do? Nevaeh, accept your fate!"

Indeed, how could Saint come to her rescue now?

Nevaeh was utterly hopeless, and tears of humiliation freely streamed down her cheeks.

However, just as Darius was about to rip off the last piece of her clothing, a loud noise echoed through the room, and the door swung wide open.

"Who dares to ruin my fun?" Darius snapped, spinning around in fury: "It's you!"

Nevaeh saw her savior: "Saint!"

The man was indeed Saint.

"Sorry for the interruption, my friends and I were dining next door when we heard a loud noise, so I came to check it out. I hope we're not intruding?"

Saint frowned, his tone calm as if the matter didn't involve him.

Darius smirked wickedly: “Saint, how about this, you stay and watch me have my fu