Chapter 409

Chapter 409:

The accompanying message read, “Look at this one. She’s mine tonight.” The replies were full of vulgar jeers.

The moment the man realized Fernanda had seen the contents of his phone, he shot to his feet, lunging to snatch it back. Fernanda sidestepped effortlessly, keeping it out of his reach.

“Give me my phone!” he shouted, jabbing a finger dangerously close to her eye.

“I’m warning you—don’t make this worse!”

Fernanda smirked, appearing to hand the phone over.

As the man reached for it, she flicked her wrist, sending the device hurtling into the wall. It struck with a sharp crack, the screen splintering as it went dark.

“How dare you threaten me!” Fernanda said coolly, her brow arching in disdain.

“A creep like you should get out of my way.”

Fernanda destroyed the man’s phone and chewed him out, causing his expression to grow even grimmer.

His face twisted into a fierce, threatening grimace.

He bared his teeth, and his eyes widened in fury, looking as if he might physically attack Fernanda at any moment.

The banter in his group chat was meant to be light-hearted; he never thought Fernanda would see it.

Feeling publicly exposed was like airing his private failures, trampling his pride and dignity underfoot.

Their loud argument caught the attention of everyone in the gym.

The man was deeply embarrassed, finding it difficult to accept that a young woman had managed to scold him and destroy his phone.

Feeling his masculinity challenged, he swore loudly and swung a fist towards Fernanda.

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Fernanda deftly dodged the blow.

His punch missed her and instead struck a punching bag with a loud thump.

Had the punch landed on Fernanda, it might have caused severe damage. She quickly moved behind him and kicked his back, making him stumble forward.

He clumsily caught himself on the swaying bag to avoid a fall that would add to his humiliation.

As gym staff hurried to defuse the situation, the man’s fury had already escalated beyond control.

He felt provoked by Fernanda’s actions—taking his phone, smashing it, insulting him, and reprimanding him—which he perceived as arrogance.

He conveniently forgot that he had initiated the incident by secretly taking photos and starting the altercation, placing all the blame on Fernanda.

Enraged, he picked up a dumbbell and threw it at Fernanda, causing onlookers to scream in horror.

The dumbbell was a hefty thirty kilograms. A direct hit on Fernanda could be catastrophic.

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