CHAPTER 62

James’s anger burned like a furnace, and he could no longer contain his rage.

As the two burly security guards moved menacingly toward Nathan, James’s muscles tensed.

He stepped in front of Nathan, blocking the guards’ path with a determined glare.

One of the guards, a towering figure with a scar running down his cheek, sneered at James. “Get out of the way, or you’ll regret it,” he growled, his voice like a deep rumble.

James’s eyes blazed with fury. “If you dare let a finger on my master, you will never use those hands again,” James barked fearlessly, each word dripping with defiance.

The second guard, slightly shorter but equally menacing, reached for James, his hand outstretched as if to shove him aside.

In a flash, James’s fist shot out, landing a solid punch to the guard’s stomach.

The guard staggered back, clutching his abdomen and gasping for breath.

The first guard, momentarily taken aback by the swift attack, growled and lunged at James.

.But James was quicker. He sidest