Chapter 1238:
Even with both sides fighting barehanded, and with Davina’s skill and agility, she still struggled to fight against several seasoned men.
Terence and Nelly stood to the side, shocked as they watched Davina’s sharp, precise movements.
Fortunately for them, they had arranged capable bodyguards at home. Otherwise, they might have been lying broken on the floor right now.
Terence’s eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flickering within.
Davina’s combat skills were far beyond what he had expected. Even surrounded, she wasn’t backing down.
But a thought flashed through his mind—if she could fight like this, what if Darian got hurt because of her? The Lloyds would destroy the Murray family.
“Make sure she never fights again!” he snarled coldly. She was going to die in the Lloyds’ hands anyway; better to make sure she couldn’t cause trouble before that.
Wary of broken limbs affecting the marriage, Terence’s tone turned cruelly matter-of-fact. “Just make sure her limbs are too weak to gather strength. Some cutting is fine,” he ordered flatly.
“Yes, sir!” the bodyguards responded, unsheathing their daggers with chilling precision.
Davina’s expression shifted. Fighting them barehanded was already quite a challenge—adding blades into the mix only made things worse.
But judging by the time, her own men should be acting now.
That brief distraction cost her. A flash of steel, a sharp sting—her arm was slashed open.
A bodyguard grinned wickedly, his face twisted with malice, and lunged again, driving his dagger straight toward her wrist. Her heart leapt in her chest.
𝖥𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖈𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇 g𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝗌⨳𝖈𝗈𝗆
She felt she had to use Christina’s poison powder now.
Before she could make her move, another dagger whistled through the air, striking true—it pierced the attacker’s arm.
“Ah!” that bodyguard screamed, stumbling back in agony, his weapon clattering to the floor.
Davina seized the moment, driving her heel into his chest and sending him crashing to the floor. She spun away from another attacker, barely dodging his strike.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a masked man—tall, broad-shouldered, commanding.
The bodyguards he led leaped into the fray, moving like a storm. Within moments, the Murray family’s bodyguards lay scattered across the floor, groaning and unable to rise.
The newcomers quickly restrained Terence and Nelly, pinning them in place.
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