Chapter 288:
“No need,” Freya said calmly, pulling Ashley behind her. “These two are nothing to me.”
“They’ve killed before…” Ashley’s heart pounded, her fear mounting.
“If you fight them…”
“Enough,” Freya interrupted, her tone final.
The two men exchanged a look, sensing they were being underestimated.
With a sharp movement, they raised their rods and closed in on her. “Quite fearless, aren’t you?” one of them sneered. “Today, you two will both stay right here.”
“Freya…” Ashley’s nails dug into her palms, her worry palpable.
Freya remained as composed as ever.
The men, enraged by being ignored, decided to teach Freya a lesson first.
In the blink of an eye, they attacked in unison.
Ashley’s heart leaped into her throat as one of the rods swung toward Freya’s head from behind.
Then, somehow, she found the strength and speed to rush behind Freya.
The rod struck Ashley’s back with a sickening force.
She gasped, a muffled cry escaping her lips as the pain coursed through her body.
Freya quickly retracted her hand, narrowly missing Ashley’s face as she aimed for the man behind her.
“What are you doing?” Her voice was filled with confusion.
Ashley winced in pain, sweat trickling down her face. If that blow had landed on Freya, it would have hurt just as much.
“Stay there,” Freya said, pulling Ashley back. She spoke calmly, almost lazily. “Don’t get in the way.”
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Ashley couldn’t even find the words to respond. How was she getting in her way? She had taken a blow for her, for heaven’s sake!
Before Ashley could think further, Freya showed her she didn’t need anyone to shield her.
With a fluid motion, Freya delivered two swift kicks, using impressive force to knock both men to the ground. They were left sprawled, unable to rise.
The men gaped in disbelief. She was stronger than they had imagined, her skills far superior.
“Kidnap me?” Freya twirled the iron rod casually, standing over them like a queen surveying her conquered foes. “How quaint.”
Terrified, the men quickly surrendered. “We were just joking! We had no such intention. Miss Bradley hired us; we were just following her orders.”
Ashley froze. When had she ever told them to attack Freya?
“Really?” Freya’s voice was cryptic, her expression unreadable.
“Of course!” The men groveled, fear and greed intertwining in their eyes. They were already plotting to call for reinforcements, regardless of Freya’s ties to Kristian.
“You claim to be experts at this sort of thing. Was that also her idea?” Freya asked, placing the rod ominously between the black-coated man’s legs.
The men shuddered in terror, unable to tear their eyes from the rod.
They swallowed hard, unable to muster any courage to fight.
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