After a moment, the cheerful girl turned and smiled at me. "Don’t be afraid. I’ll protect you. He won’t dare to hit you!"

I looked at her — for the first time I felt like someone was protecting me.

Then I smiled and nodded, "Okay, I’m counting on you."

Everyone in the private room stared at me in shock. They really had never seen me act so shameless — a grown man actually needed a little girl to protect him.

Darian squinted but ignored the cheerful girl. He sneered at me and said, "Cade, can you stop being such a coward?"

"How dare you insult my boyfriend! Just you wait!" The cheerful girl glared at Darian fiercely.

Then she took her phone out of her small bag and made a call. She said someone was about to hit me and even gave the private room number.

In less than half a minute, seven or eight energetic young men appeared in the hallway. Each one was tattooed, wearing skinny pants and sneakers.

"Elara, who’s trying to hit you?" The leader asked with a dark face.

"Him!" The cheerful girl pointed at Darian. Then she turned to me, "Let's go!"

In a flash, the group of energetic young men rushed forward without asking questions.

Darian was immediately pinned to the ground and beaten badly.

"Enough!" Seraphine shouted angrily.

But the energetic young men didn’t listen to her at all.

"Cade, tell them to stop! If anything happens to Darian, none of you will get away!"

I was also worried that these young men might be too rough, so I had the cheerful girl tell them to stop.

Seraphine helped the bruised and battered Darian to his feet.

Darian shouted at me, "Damn, you’re looking for trouble, huh? Just you wait!"

He was about to call for backup, but Seraphine stopped him.

"Let them leave. I have something to say to you," she said coldly.

After the young men left…

Seraphine’s gaze fell on the cheerful girl. "You’re leaving too."

"I’m not leaving. Wherever my boyfriend is, that’s where I’ll be." The cheerful girl hugged my arm tightly.

"He’s my fiancé," Seraphine said coldly. "What happens between us is none of your business, as an outsider."

The cheerful girl turned to me. "Do you want me to leave?"

"No need to leave," I said with a slight smile.

Then she looked back at Seraphine, stuck out her tongue and mocked, "Old woman, did you hear that? My boyfriend doesn’t want me to leave."

Seraphine froze at the way the cheerful girl addressed her.