DEAR CHEATED GIRLFRIEND, I AM TRILLIONAIRE HEIR

CHAPTER 6 ORPHANAGE

The sleek black sports car hummed down the road, cutting through the evening air with effortless grace. Inside, Sophia Yale,gripped the steering wheel with a calm precision, her gaze occasionally flickering toward the man in the passenger seat.

Karvel Cross sat relaxed, one elbow propped against the window, his expression unreadable as the city lights flickered past.

“You’re surprisingly easy to convince,” Sophia commented, her voice carrying a teasing lilt.

Karvel smirked faintly. “I wasn’t planning on going, but the orphanage caught my attention.”

Sophia raised an eyebrow. “And how exactly did you know about the event?”

He glanced at her lazily. “Because I know the orphanage’s director. And the kids.”

Sophia’s grip tightened slightly on the wheel. She had expected him to be a tough nut to crack, but this casual revelation only made him more intriguing.

Before she could pry further, the smooth ride suddenly jerked as two matte-black SUVs swerved onto the road ahead, screeching to a halt and blocking their path.

Sophia’s foot slammed the brake, tires screeching against asphalt.

“What the hell?” she muttered.

Karvel remained composed, his eyes narrowing as the SUV doors flew open. Seven or eight burly men spilled out, their faces twisted in smug grins, their attire screaming street thuggery—leather jackets, gold chains, cheap cologne that could probably set off fire alarms.

A particularly nasty-looking man, sporting a thick mustache and a scar across his cheek, stepped forward. “Well, well, if it ain’t Miss Yale herself,” he sneered. “Fancy car, fancy dress… but no fancy guards tonight, huh?”

Sophia’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Who sent you?”

The thug grinned, revealing a row of uneven teeth. “C’mon now, lady, you know how this works. You step on toes in the business world, and those toes sometimes kick back.”

She reached for her phone, but another thug rapped a knuckle against the window. “Ah, ah, ah,” he chuckled. “No need to be rude. Let’s keep this friendly.”

Karvel exhaled slowly. “Tch.”

Sophia frowned. “What?”

“I was hoping for something more exciting,” he said, rubbing his temples. “But these guys… they look like rejects from a farm animal convention.”

One of the thugs, a stocky bald man, snarled. “What did you just say?”

Karvel turned to him with a casual smirk. “You heard me, livestock. I just haven’t figured out if you’re a pig or a donkey.”

The bald thug’s face turned an impressive shade of red. “Why you little—”

Scarface held up a hand. “Enough,” he barked before turning back to Sophia. “Step out of the car, Miss Yale. We’re just gonna have a little… chat.”

Sophia’s jaw clenched. “If you think you can intimidate me—”

Before she could finish, the first thug lifted a steel pipe and tapped it against the car window, his grin widening. “I’d hate to scratch up this pretty little car, but if you don’t come out, well… glass can be replaced, right?”

Sophia’s stomach twisted. She knew her family’s bodyguards wouldn’t arrive in time.

Then, before she could react, Karvel unbuckled his seatbelt and reached for the door handle.

“What are you doing?” Sophia hissed.

Karvel gave her a sidelong glance. “Calm down, princess.”

He stepped out.

The thugs erupted in laughter the moment his feet hit the pavement.

“Well, look at this,” Scarface snickered. “The pet dog came out first.”

“No, no,” another thug chuckled, slapping his knee. “More like a rat. Look at him—skinny, smug, acting like he’s something special.”

A third thug tilted his head. “Nah, you know what he reminds me of? One of those stray cats that think they’re tough but run the moment you chase ‘em.”

The whole group burst into laughter.

Karvel simply rolled his shoulders, looking completely unbothered. “Done yet?”

Scarface grinned. “Oh, we’re just getting started. What now, hero? You think you’re gonna take on all of us?”

Karvel sighed, shaking his head. “No. I just have one request.”

The thugs exchanged glances, smirking.

“Request?” Scarface mocked. “Oh, this I gotta hear.”

Karvel’s expression darkened slightly. “The child in the car was already frightened once today. I don’t like it when kids get scared. So I’m going to ask you—just this once—to walk away.”

For a moment, there was silence.

Then the thugs howled with laughter.

“You hear that?” Bald Thug wiped a tear from his eye. “He’s asking us to leave! Oh, we’re so scared!”

Scarface grinned, cracking his knuckles. “Tell you what, pretty boy. How ‘bout we let you leave? But the lady stays for a chat.”

Karvel exhaled slowly. “I warned you.”

He took a single step forward.

That was all it took.

One of the thugs, misreading the situation entirely, lunged first.

He swung the steel pipe directly at Karvel’s head.

But Karvel wasn’t there anymore.

In a movement too fast for their sluggish minds to process, Karvel ducked, grabbed the thug’s wrist mid-swing, and twisted.

A sickening CRACK echoed in the night.

The thug’s scream split the air as he dropped the pipe, clutching his now-broken arm.

The laughter died instantly.

The second thug rushed forward, throwing a clumsy punch. Karvel sidestepped, grabbed the man’s jacket collar, and drove his knee into his gut. The man crumpled like a cheap folding chair.

Scarface’s smirk vanished. “What the hell—”