Chapter 252:
His bodyguards stood mute, their morale shattered.
Amid the tense silence, a defiant thought flickered through their minds. “If he’s so capable, why doesn’t he handle it himself?” Freya, ever perceptive, voiced their silent rebellion flawlessly. “Well, Felipe, if you think they’re useless, perhaps you should step in?” A spark of admiration flickered in the bodyguards’ eyes, resonating with her challenge.
Felipe, catching the hopeful exchanges among his bodyguards, simmered with resentment, cursing under his breath.
If Kristian hadn’t ended up with such a fierce wife, Felipe doubted he’d be dealing with this nightmare.
“Considering you’re Kristian’s wife, I have no intention of clashing with you.” He was desperately trying to maintain his dignity amidst the escalating tension.
Around him, four of his bodyguards lay defeated, their attempts to subdue Freya futile. Felipe weighed his chances soberly. He was no fool to rush into a losing battle.
Freya’s eyes flashed fiercely, her voice icy as she retorted, “Don’t bother sparing any thoughts for his sake. If you’ve got the balls, bring it on.”
If Felipe dared, she was ready to put him in his place for Farrah.
Felipe stood, momentarily speechless, as her words sliced through the air.
“Mr. Yates, please, don’t hold back. Go and defeat her.”
“That’s right!”
“Come on, Mr. Yates. She’s just a woman—you can deal with her easily.”
“You can do it!”
The cheers from the previously subdued bodyguards now rang out, emboldening the atmosphere, making sure their voices reverberated throughout the vicinity.
Trapped in his predicament, Felipe knew engaging Freya in a duel was a direct path to humiliation. Yet, retreating would stain his reputation, possibly making Farrah view him as a coward.
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Turning to Farrah with a mix of desperation and earnestness, he attempted to shift the focus. “Farrah, have you truly made up your mind to leave with her?” His voice took on a serious tone, seeking to pierce through the chaotic noise and reach a resolution.
In the past, Farrah might have wavered, caught in the throes of indecision over whether Freya was up to the challenge of facing Felipe. But now, her mind was crystal clear, awash with admiration for Freya’s prowess.
When Felipe posed his question, Farrah’s response was smooth, almost nonchalant. “We’ll deal with that later. What’s important right now is your duel with Freya.”
Felipe found himself at a loss for words again.
The crowd’s gaze fixed on him, anticipation thick in the air as they awaited his decision.
Farrah’s voice cut through the tension, light yet laced with a challenge. “If you’re scared, just admit defeat.”
Her tone, breezy and slightly mocking, seemed to cast a spell over Felipe, whisking him back to their first encounter with that spirited, defiant girl he couldn’t forget.
“I can’t beat her,” Felipe admitted bluntly, determined not to make a spectacle of himself. “But are you sure about leaving with her?”
Freya’s glance was a sharp, silent retort—her eyes practically rolling. If he couldn’t beat her, then he’d better not bother talking.
Understanding dawned on Felipe, his fingers curling into a subtle fist. “Let’s go, Farrah,” Freya said, her voice calm yet firm as she ushered Farrah to grab her phone before they headed out. Nobody dared intervene, their fear of another beating keeping them frozen.
Felipe’s eyes lingered on Farrah’s back as she walked away, his words tangled on the tip of his tongue but never spoken.
The bodyguards exchanged glances, tension palpable in their hesitant stance. As soon as the two women exited the building, they turned to Felipe. “Mr. Yates, are we seriously going to let Mrs. Yates leave with Ms. Briggs without even trying to stop her?”
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