Chapter 902

The man tossed a sack at Sarah’s feet. “So, what’s it gonna be? Let us knock you out, or climb in the bag yourself?”

Back at the school gate, Zachary was sprinting inside.

He’d once arranged bodyguards to secretly protect Sarah, but after she discovered them and got angry, he pulled them back. Now he deeply regretted it.

The campus was pitch dark as he ran toward the grove of sycamores.

Meanwhile, Sarah was drenched in sweat. The two men were closing in, forcing her to choose. She stared at them with narrowed eyes. “I’m not choosing either.”

“You’ve got a death wish,” one of them snarled, raising a fist and lunging toward her.

Before the punch could land, a hand shot out and grabbed it mid-air.

“Who the hell—?”

The man looked up and froze when he saw the icy glare in Zachary’s eyes.

Sarah let out a shaky breath. He had finally come.

“Who are you?”

Zachary didn’t answer. He knocked both men to the ground in a flash and pulled out his phone to snap clear photos of their faces.