Love at the Wrong Table (Emmanuel Lowe and Mackenzie) novel Chapter 1025

Chapter 1025

Magnus was unquestionably a demon.

Every word that escaped his lips struck Ashton to her core, targeting her vulnerabilities.

She had come here with unwavering conviction to fight against evil, yet this man could shake her to her core with just a few words, rocking the foundation of her beliefs.

Thankfully, beneath the velvety night sky, another voice pierced through the chaos. “Ashton, pull yourself together!”

It was Ashton’s other hero, Sage!

He was initially in a close match with Quinn, but Sage swiftly recalibrated his focus upon hearing the thunderous gunshots from Ashton’s direction.

This was a mission to capture criminals, not a martial arts showdown!

When Sage witnessed Magnus gun down his comrades, he wasted no time in drawing his shooting Quinn.

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He might not have known what Magnus said to Ashton, but the change in her expression was enough to tell him something was amiss.

Ashton snapped out of Magnus’ bewitchment thanks to Sage’s commanding shout.

“Yes, I can’t lose myself! I am the righteous police officer, Ashton Summerton! I must apprehend the wrongdoers!” Ashton gritted her teeth and proclaimed, “I will make Maxwell pay for his sins alone. I don’t need anyone’s help!”

Magnus recognized the shift in her gaze and understood that he couldn’t brainwash her in such a brief moment. He paused, taking a moment to assess the current situation.

Sage had already injured Quinn, who was no longer able to fight.

Although Dustin was a master of the Holy Fire organization, he alone was no match for Snake Master, one of the top three of the Redback Assassins in a one-on-one fight. He seemed destined to become a feast for the venomous serpents.

Meanwhile, the enraged Shane had single-handedly subdued the astonished Avery. Indeed, one should never underestimate those hailing from Hero’s Village.

On another front, Blake held the upper hand against the severely wounded Emmanuel, yet he still somehow couldn’t finish him off in his weakened state.

The tides of fate had shifted. Magnus once again felt the bitter sting of defeat surging within him. This marked his third failure against Emmanuel!

Yet, instead of succumbing to despair, he felt an exhilarating sense of excitement coursed through his veins.

From the earliest days of his life to the present, Magnus had encountered no adversary capable of arousing such exhilaration apart from Maxwell. Emmanuel’s presence truly set his blood ablaze with enthusiasm and passion.

“Ashton, I’m disappointed in the choice you made. Farewell!” Magnus declared, turning to make his