Chapter 381 Bucket

"Can I help you?" Ross asked, his voice low and dangerously composed.

The leader of the group stepped forward, a leering grin spreading across his face. 

"Help? Oh, we're here to help ourselves. You've got something we want, pretty boy," he said, his gaze shifting to Jessica.

Jessica's hands remained steady as she nursed her drink, her calm composure a stark contrast to the tension filling the room. 

She didn't flinch or waver, her confidence rooted in one simple fact—Ross was there. With him by her side, she felt like the safest woman in the world.

Ross, on the other hand, moved up from the bed and stood still as a statue, his piercing eyes methodically assessing each man in the room. 

His expression was unreadable, but the subtle shift in his posture radiated an unspoken warning. 

Danger lurked beneath his calm exterior, and anyone who knew Ross would recognize it immediately.