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Leilani paused, turning slowly. Her eyes were as cold as ice. “My attitude depends on whether she deserves it.”
Tamara’s face went pale, and tears fell instantly. “Leilani, I know you hate me, but I really want to get along with you…”
“Are you done acting?” Leilani scoffed. “I’ve watched this routine for so long, I’m bored of
it.”
Leilani gave them no respect at all. Her sharp tongue was like a bundle of
thorns-whoever touched it got pricked.
Realizing he couldn’t keep Leilani there with words, Hackett’s face filled with gloom, his eyes vicious. He snorted coldly and signaled Zadie with his eyes.
“You’re rebelling! Where do you think you are? Coming and going as you please? Since you’re back today, don’t even think about walking out that door!”
He waved his hand toward the entrance. Three burly bodyguards immediately blocked the door, staring menacingly at Leilani.
Leilani swept a glance over them, the corner of her lips hooking into a cold sneer. “What, words didn’t work, so now you’re using force?
“You are staying here today!” Hackett said sternly. “The Lambert marriage isn’t up to you to refuse!”
Leilani slowly set her bag down aside, rolling her wrists. Her gaze was sharp. “Try it then.”
Before the words settled, the lead bodyguard reached for her shoulder. Leilani’s body flashed. She grabbed his wrist in a reverse grip and executed a crisp, clean shoulder
throw.
Wham!
The bodyguard slammed heavily onto the floor groaning. Before he could react, Leilani already had one foot planted on his chest. She looked coldly at the other two. “Both of you. At once.”
The two bodyguards exchanged a glance and lunged simultaneously. Leilani moved like lightning. She side-stepped the first man’s punch, driving a brutal elbow into his ribs. As he doubled over in pain, she launched a knee strike that flipped him over.
Seeing this, the last man’s face changed drastically. He whipped a baton from his waist and swung it viciously at her.
Leilani’s eyes went cold. Instead of retreating, she advanced. As the baton came down, she dodged sideways and delivered a precise chop to his wrist.
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Crack!
The baton hit the floor. The bodyguard screamed, clutching his wrist. Before he could recover, Leilani landed a spinning kick that sent him flying.
Crash!
The bodyguard hit the wall and slid down, completely incapacitated.
The entire living room was dead silent. Hackett’s eyes were wide, staring in disbelief at the groaning bodyguards on the floor, then at Leilani. His lips trembled. “When… when did you…”
Leilani dusted off her hands, bent down to pick up her bag, and spoke indifferently. “Learned it in prison. So, are you
satisfied?”
Tamara was already scared pale, shrinking behind Zadie, forgetting even to fake cry.
Leilani gave them a cold sweep and turned toward the door. Before leaving, she dropped
one last sentence.
“The next time you try to stop me, it won’t just be the bodyguards lying on the floor.”
Josiah stood rooted to the spot, stunned by Leilani’s display. He stared intensely at Leilani’s retreating back, too shocked to speak. He had never imagined that this sister, neglected by them since childhood and sent to prison by their own hands, would possess such skills. Those clean movements and ruthless precision were definitely not learned
overnight.
“You…” His throat was tight, his voice dry. “What exactly did you go through… inside?”
Leilani’s steps faltered slightly. She looked at him sideways, a sarcastic curve on her lips.
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