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    Through his earpiece, Bleacher’s voice came through. “Mr. Martel, aren’t we going to step in?”


    Bleacher frowned, confused. Wasn’t Jonathan interested in Nate’s woman? This was the perfect moment for him to y the hero and win her over. But he was just sitting there, watching the show?


    Jonathan raised an eyebrow. “Do you think she’ll lose?”


    Bleacher hesitated before answering, “Probably not.”


    On the other side of the street, Corrine’s high heel mmed into the knee of a tall, thin man.


    Before he had a chance to react, the metal pipe he was holding was already in her hands.


    Without missing a beat, she swung the pipe straight at a man with a knife.


    Her stance was so fierce, it was as if she nned to knock his head off like a ball.


    The man with the knife dropped to the ground with a loud thud, unconscious in an instant, blood quickly spreading beneath him. The others paused, surprised, before exchanging looks. They gripped their pipes tighter and lunged at her.


    Inside the car, Bleacher watched, uneasy about Corrine’s situation. He knew she wasn’t ordinary, but she was still a pampered, fragile woman—certainly no match for these brutal men.


    As he worried, a scream pierced the night, cutting through Bleacher’s concerns.


    The man with the scorpion tattoo writhed on the ground, clutching his shattered leg, fear shing in his eyes as he saw Corrine getting closer. He dragged himself backward, as if he were trying to escape death itself.


    Corrine shed a chilling smile, her voice sweet but cold. “Answer me, or I’ll take your other leg.”


    The man with the scorpion tattoo gulped nervously. “It was Corey Burgess…”


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    Before he could say more, Corrine swung the pipe at his neck, knocking him out cold.


    Watching from the car, Bleacher instinctively touched his own neck, muttering, “This woman’s ruthless!”


    But before he could finish his thought, Corrine’s eyes flicked toward him.


    Bleacher froze, holding his breath, feeling as though a knife was at his throat.


    Corrine dragged the metal pipe along the ground, grabbed her bag, and pulled out her phone to call the police.


    Some time ago, two of Jonathan’s men had been severely injured by her, and the other subordinates had only heard about how skilled she was in a fight. But now, they were seeing her break bones with their own eyes. Fear made their bodies shake.


    This woman wasn’t just tough; she was a demon!


    “Holy crap! She’sing! She’sing!” the driver screamed, gripping Bleacher’s arm in pure panic.


    A cold sweat formed on Bleacher’s forehead. His heart pounded wildly in his chest.


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