Chapter 404
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The kick landed before the round-faced man could even brace himself. His body jerked sideways and crashed to the ground, stunned.
Behind him, the square-jawed man came to a dead halt, eyes wide, confusion etched into every line of his face. What had just happened? Wasn’t this woman the one who moments ago had suggested doing something exciting with them?
“What the hell is this?” the square-jawed man snapped, his tone tight with irritation as he glared at Christina.
“I told you earlier, didn’t I?” Christina said lightly, a smile playing on her lips as she rolled her neck and pressed her tongue against the inside of her cheek. “I wanted something really exciting.”
The square-jawed man shot a quick glance at his companion, who was still groaning on the ground, dazed and trying to push himself upright. His brow furrowed. “This is your idea of excitement?”
“Absolutely,” Christina said, her smirk tinged with mockery. “What else did you think I meant?”
The square-jawed man’s expression darkened as realization dawned—they’d been tricked. And by a woman, no less.
“You think you can screw with us? Do you even know who we are?” he barked, his voice rising, jaw clenched tight with rage.
“I don’t care who you are,” Christina replied calmly, raising her fist. “Now it’s your turn.”
Before he could say another word, she closed the distance and threw a punch that landed squarely across his face. One blow led into another. Her fists moved fast, each strike packing enough force to stagger him. He stumbled, his face already bruising, arms barely able to block the flurry of attacks.
“You psycho!” the round-faced man shouted as he finally staggered to his feet. “Do you even know who he is? That’s Mr. Glyn!”
Christina’s brow twitched. Glyn? Could he be the son of that pompous sleaze, Moss? Like father, like son—cut from the same filthy cloth.
The round-faced man lunged again, aiming a wild punch at Christina. She sidestepped it with ease and delivered a quick, brutal kick to his groin.
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“Ugh!” the round-faced man gasped, the sound caught halfway between a scream and a choke. His hands flew to his crotch, face flushing an ugly red as he dropped to his knees, breath knocked clean out of him.
“You bitch, I’ll kill you!” the square-jawed man roared. In a fit of rage, he snatched a wooden stick from nearby—where it had come from, no one knew—and swung it at her like a man possessed. To him, she was nothing. If she died, so what? He’d done worse before. His family had more than enough money to make any problem disappear.
But Christina didn’t move. Not yet. She stood rooted, watching the stick come toward her with a glint of calm calculation in her eyes.
Just as the stick came whistling through the air, Christina moved. Her hand snapped up and seized it mid-swing, her grip firm and unyielding.
The square-jawed man had been so sure of his strike—but now, to his utter disbelief, the stick was caught fast in her grasp. No matter how hard he yanked or twisted, it wouldn’t budge. What the hell? Where had this woman gotten such strength?
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