He Chose the So-Called Sister Chapter 366: The Real Hero Arrives

The luxury of the motorcade instantly outshone Gilbert's entire group.

When the car door opened, everyone was stunned by the man who stepped out.

"Oh my god—he's the most handsome man I've ever seen! Is he a celebrity?"

"I'm a huge fan, but even my idol, who's basically industry royalty, can't compare to this."

This man clearly wasn't just a star. He was a tycoon.

Incredibly handsome, almost unrealistically so.

But the way he carried himself screamed power. His presence alone was overwhelming.

Even without looking directly at them, his gaze felt terrifying.

If that cold glance fell on them, the pressure would crush them.

No one dared breathe loudly. The whole crowd held their breath, as if they'd done something wrong, even though they hadn't.

It was a primal, instinctive fear.

Nothing like Gilbert's arrogant superiority.

When his eyes swept over them, everyone flinched and stepped back.

He looked like an angel, but his eyes were like a demon's from hell.

As he walked toward them, no one felt excited—only overpowered.

Of course, some tried to break out of that pressure.

One woman thought she was above it all.

She was beautiful, so she believed everyone should cater to her. Even scared, she thought she could gamble and win big.

And he was definitely walking toward their group.

She was the only attractive woman around.

Obviously, he was coming for her.

The luxury car, the all-male bodyguards—no women in sight.

A powerful young man like him would need a companion. That companion would be her.

She suddenly grew confident, stepped in front of him, and blocked his path.

"I actually have plenty of time—we could..."

She didn't even finish.

He didn't glance at her. He walked straight past, his path never aimed at her in the first place.

Her face turned bright red, then purple with humiliation.

The next second, the man frowned sharply and took off his suit jacket.

His physique was perfect—wide shoulders, narrow waist, long legs.

Even women who weren't normally attracted were stunned.

He knelt on one knee and draped his suit over the woman everyone had been mocking as a liar.

The crowd had been angry at Sherry because they'd wanted Gilbert's attention too.

And here she was, playing the helpless victim, using them as stepping stones.

But this man—clearly far more powerful than Gilbert—was holding her gently, as if she were the most precious thing in the world.

She didn't look like a schemer chasing clout at all. Who would turn down such a walking dreamboat and go after a married guy?

It wasn't that Gilbert wasn't amazing. To them, he was still the unattainable top tier.

But if they had someone like this? No one would look at a married man twice.

"I'm sorry I'm late," he said softly.

The man who'd looked like a devil from hell a moment ago was now nothing but gentle. All his warmth was for her alone.

Compared to Gilbert rushing Julia to the hospital, this scene was on another level.

The crowd's jealousy turned to starry-eyed fascination. They went from envying Julia to envying Sherry.

"If I had to pick a heroine, I'd pick her!"

"This is so romantic—better than any TV drama."

"I never ship real couples, they always feel cringy... but this? This is real. I think I'm going to faint."

Their voices were louder than before, loud enough to draw everyone's attention.

Julia had just been lifted into the ambulance. She and Gilbert both turned to look.