Upon sighting Emily amidst the crowd, Sandra could almost reconstruct the entire story.
She couldn’t help but sneer dismissively.
“Last night, I realized you are weak.”
“But…” She paused deliberately before adding,
“Now I realize you are foolish, too.”
Her tone softened to a feigned pity as she added, “Lamentably.”
Earl, already seething with anger, found the ridicule unbearable.
“You clearly no longer cherish your life.”
“Last night, I spared you, but today I won’t.”
“I will end you today!”
“What are you waiting for? Attack! If she dies, I’ll take full responsibility!”
Having been hospitalized, Earl had a cadre of bodyguards dispatched by the Black family to protect him.
At his beckoning, a horde of about fifty men promptly encircled Sandra.
Emily, in tears, rushed to Earl’s side.
“Earl, didn’t we agree that an apology would suffice for forgiveness?”
Earl, who had no patience for a weeping girl, waved her away irritably.
“Enough! I’m already generous enough to accept her apology, but she dares to defy me. Death would be too kind for her!”
His threat was delivered with menacing force.
“Emily, if you continue your blubbering, I’ll end you as well.”
Emily fell silent, wearing a sad facade.
Earl was aware of Sandra’s fighting abilities.
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She had inflicted such injury on him the previous night. But, outnumbered as she was, her skill alone would hardly spare her from harm.
He envisaged the joy of tormenting her personally once she’d been sufficiently weakened.
Prolonging her pain until her death provided Earl with amusement.
The sound of fists pummeling flesh rang out like music to his ears. But then,
He opened his eyes and realized that the individuals laid out before him were his own bodyguards.
Sandra, whom he had imagined battered and pleading for mercy, stood unfazed.
The remaining bodyguards, struck by fear and confusion, dared not approach her.
She’s fierce.
They had not even seen how she had defeated their fellows so swiftly.
They returned to Earl’s side, vigilantly watching her.
Across the road from the hospital, a black Cayenne was parked. Joey watched with astonishment as Sandra dispatched her attackers, utterly lost for words.
His perception of Sandra as impulsive had clearly been misguided. She was actually too cautious.
Wesley, meanwhile, watched her intently.
A breeze lifted a strand of her hair, adding an enchanting allure to her visage.
“Mr. Cooper,”
Joey finally managed to speak, his voice carrying a hint of jest,
“I suspect that even at your peak, you couldn’t fight her.”
Wesley responded with terse indifference,
“No one will consider you mute if you don’t speak.”
Joey, belatedly realizing his misstep, fell silent.
Wesley’s gaze remained steadfast on Sandra.
His mind wandered back to an incident from five years ago when he was conducting business abroad amidst a national crisis.
He lost his people too.
It was a woman clad in black, masked in darkness, who had ensured his safe passage out of the turmoil-stricken country.
Upon crossing the border, he had glimpsed a temple housing a statue of a goddess, strikingly reminiscent of his mysterious savior.
There, he had acquired a beaded bracelet.
Now, as he gently caressed the beads, the soothing scent of agarwood provided a comforting balm to his spirit.
Recognizing the significance of Wesley’s attachment to the bracelet, an alarm sounded in Joey’s heart.
Since Wesley returned from abroad five years ago, he had cherished it.
If he was going to engage in bloody affairs, he would take off the bracelet.
Was today the day?
Joey looked across again and saw the bodyguards.
Was Wesley going to kill all of them?
Joey’s heart skipped a beat.
As he contemplated whether Wesley had begun to be enthralled by Sandra, he recalled a dark goddess mentioned by Leo.
She had captured Wesley’s heart.
Leo had also asserted that Wesley might never develop affections for another woman in his lifetime.
Joey wondered how Leo would react when he met Sandra.
And then…
Joey saw Wesley’s hand leave the beads.
“Joey,”
Joey inquired, “Mr. Cooper, are you not going to help Mrs. Cooper?”
Wesley replied indifferently, “I’m a patient.”
Joey gestured towards himself. “Shall I go?”
Wesley retorted, “Who’s going to drive then?”
Joey hesitated.
Sandra had just gifted him a race car last night.
How could he be so heartless?
Earl had not anticipated Sandra’s formidable strength.
He could tell that if the fight continued, he would be at a disadvantage.
Therefore, he did not urge his men to take further action. Looking at Sandra, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and an indescribable emotion.
“Sandra.”
When Earl spoke, he was surprisingly polite.
Emily paused, a bad premonition suddenly surfacing in her heart.
“It was all just for fun,” Earl said, shaking his suspended arm.
He tried to use his pitiful state to garner sympathy. Earl chuckled, “You’re not angry, are you?” His eyes brimmed with sincerity.
“Please do not be offended.”
Sandra furrowed her brows.
“What is going on now?”
As she spoke, she distastefully stepped back. “Keep your distance. You carry an odor.”
Rejected, Earl looked sad.
He instantly appeared pitifully woebegone.
“I have always admired those with supreme martial skills. I wish to be your close friend.”
“Is your brain also injured?”
Earl puffed out his chest. “Apart from a fracture, I am free of ailments!”
Sandra’s mouth twitched.
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