My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 597

The driver was a middle-aged man, his cheeks flushed red and his eyes glazed over with confusion. He thrashed wildly, shouting at everyone around him to let him go.

“Let go of me! Who the hell do you people think you are?!”

It was obvious he was drunk out of his mind.

Emily Blair had seen it all; thankfully, Ashley Gomez had been careful enough to cross during the green light, and her business card had landed precisely in the crosswalk.

When the traffic cop arrived, it was clear—the drunk driver was completely at fault.

Emily gave a dismissive wave. “Alright, you handle this yourself. I really need to get home.”

Benjamin Gomez stopped her. “Hold on. I’ll have someone drive you to the hospital for a check-up.”

Emily was just about to refuse when Benjamin set Ashley down and strode over to the drunken driver with long, purposeful steps. Without a word, he drove his boot straight into the man’s chest.

The driver flew backward, landing nearly six feet away.

Emily shook her head, clicking her tongue. Benjamin was built like a linebacker—nobody else could match his strength.

The crowd scattered instantly, their eyes wide with shock and suspicion as they stared at Benjamin.

Jaw clenched, Benjamin stormed over, grabbed the driver by the collar, and landed a brutal punch to the man’s cheek.

The driver yelped in pain, blood immediately streaming from the corner of his mouth.

He started cursing, “You son of a bitch, do you even know who I am?”

He swung a fist in retaliation, but against Benjamin’s sheer power, he didn’t stand a chance.

Benjamin’s expression was stone-cold, his silence more menacing than any shout. He pummeled the man, blow after blow.

Emily couldn’t help but flinch. She turned away, hugging Ashley tightly to her chest. “Sweetheart, don’t look. Be good, okay?”

Emily watched him, her gaze complicated.

Benjamin peeled off his blood-splattered jacket and tossed it carelessly to the ground.

A ripple of gasps ran through the crowd.

Underneath, he wore only a white dress shirt. On most men, there would’ve been some space between fabric and skin, but Benjamin’s broad frame and powerful muscles stretched the cotton tight, deep creases forming along his biceps and chest. His abs were visible even through the shirt, eight distinct ridges beneath the thin material.

His skin was a warm, bronzed tan, making him look even more intense—like even his skin radiated masculine energy.

Several women in the crowd stared openly, cheeks reddening.

Benjamin strode over. Emily, uncomfortable with his attention, looked away and nudged Ashley toward him.

“You beat the guy to a pulp. Just be careful, okay?” she said.