her face was striking. High cheekbones, deep almond-shaped eyes, and thick lashes accentu

tissue box and slowly wiped away th

led groan bro

remained motionless. Her deep eyes glanced at the reflection of the toilet stal

, she walked silently across the tiled floor, her cheap high heels making

een the door and the door f

an had disheveled blond hair and a sharply defined jawline, clearly the product of high society. One of the thugs covered the blond boy's mouth and nose

kid. Your dad's company will spend a fortune to get you back unharmed." He a

es, and the muscles i

ne rush. This eighteen-year-old body was weak, malnourished, and completely untrained. She couldn't rely on brute force. She had to rely entirely on pe

the thug directly on the spine. The bone st

aggered forward. The blond boy slid down the

dress standing in the doorway. His face instantly fil

wn, but walked strai

rtial arts that she had honed for ten years. She lowered her center of gravity,

was precise

rrible, wet, suffocating sound came from his mouth, and his knees buckled, causing him t

blade with a black handle from his boot, and pressed the release

thrust the blade str

eft. The blade sliced ​​through the air, narrowly missing her

b pressing down hard on the nerve plexus. Her right hand also gripped his forearm. She twisted her en

ckling sound pie

rs fell limply, and the swit

sing the blade, she flipped the knife in her hand, the blade flat ag

collapsed like a bag of wet cement,

only by the boy's heav

ry; he could only see some indistinct figures moving about, but he still saw her-the girl standi

e clean with the thug's leather jacket, then casually tossed it over h

ic bunched up at her waist. She grabbed the hem a

an, nor did she ask if he was

er muscles trembled slightly. This body was far from its peak; the impact had almost shattered her bones. Ginn

chest heaving violently, imprinting her face

ss door and stepped back into t