Chapter 678
The sharp mind of metal clashing echoed through the air, followed by a dull thud
stephan stood firm, his tall frame unyielding like a mountain. The edge of his coat fluttered in the beze, giving him an air of aloofness
Opposite him, the figure who had just launched the attack was sent flying backward. The man stumbled roughly six feet before crashing to the ground. He was now covered in dirt and looked
slowly, the figure lifted his head. Felicia finally got a clear view of his are
Gasps from Imogen and Scarlet filled the air, and Felicia’s heart skipped a beat as her pupils contracted slightly. It was Maurice!
What was he doing? What had caused him to lose control like this?
Felicia had always known that there was bad blood between Maurice and Stephan It was said that their families‘ dead stretched back to the previous generation. Though they each ruled their respective territories and generally avoided open conflict, there was no shortage of cover hostility.
But this time, Maurice wasn’t being subtle. He had come openly with a blade in hand to bill
Was he out of his mind?
Before Felicia could make sense of the situation, Maurice was already moving again. He scrambled to his deer, ignoring the dirt clinging to his clothes–something unthinkable for a clean freak like him- and launched another attack
Oddly, his target wasn’t Stephan but Imogen. With bloodshot eyes, he gripped his knife tightly and charged at her
Imogen treze momentarily, still shaken from the first attack. Though Stephan had pulled her to safety earlier, seeing Mantice rush toward her again made her heart race.
But this time, Imogen steadied herself she didn’t move. She didn’t need to because Stephan moved again.
At the same time, several of Stephan’s men, who had disembarked from the helicopter, rushed forward, forming a protective barrier around Imogen, Felicia, and Scarlet
Stephan’s expression was dark and menacing. With a few swift, calculated moves, he disarmed Maurice, sending the knife flying from his hand. Maurice reacted quickly, using the momentum to throw a panch aimed directly at Stephan’s temple–a blow that would be fatal if it landed.
“Watch out!” Imogen shouted in alarm
But Stephan’s gaze remained calm, even dismissive. With a subtle sidestep, he avoided the punch effortlessly. In the same motion, he extended his log and delivered a precise, powerful kick to Maurice’s knee.
Maurice, who had once been mocked for being confined to a wheelchair for years, collapsed on one knee with a muffled groan of pain. It was unclear whether the bone was broken or merely fractured, but the damage was severe.
The fight was over in just a few move
Stephan’s patience had reached its limit. His voice was cold and sharp, each word cutting like a blade as he spoke, “Maurice, do you have a death wish?”
Despite the history of enmity between their families, Stephan had never considered Maurice worth the effort to kill But now, Maurice had crossed a line.
To attack Imogen in front of him–and not once but repeatedly–was a lilarant provocation.
Anyone else would have realized the danger and either backed down or begged for mercy, but not Maurice
He acted as though he hadn’t even heard Stephan’s words. The moment he fell to his knees, he cose again like a machine, his body moving on autopilot charged at her once more.
“You’re asking for it!”
- t. His gaze l
locked an Imogen, and he
Stephan’s last shred of patience snapped. With a quick motion, he kicked the life he had disarmed earlier off the ground. The blade spun through the air in a gleaming are, heading straight
for Maurice’s back.
But Maurice didn’t dodge. His eyes remained fixed on Imogen, unwavering
It was like nothing mattered to him anymore. He was only focused on reaching Imogen, even if it meant his death. Something wasn’t right. Something was very wrong!
