Begging for a Second Chance (Sienna Sloan and Jarred Sterling) novel Chapter 305

Sienna's cold gaze swept indifferently over the crowd, who were being played like pawns, a mocking smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"A bunch of idiots, spun in circles by a two-faced woman. I don't have the time or the interest to be a part of your little melodrama."

With that, she turned to leave, her movements sharp and unburdened.

"Who gave you permission to leave?"

The matriarch's eyes flared with pure hostility, thoroughly enraged.

She shot a look at the bodyguards nearby. Immediately, two burly men surged forward, blocking Sienna's path from the left and right.

"Since Jarred refuses to handle this, I will! Tie her up and take her straight to the police commissioner. Let's see if I can't put her in her place today!"

The standby bodyguards immediately obeyed, reaching out to detain Sienna.

Sienna instantly went on high alert, instinctively stepping back while reaching into her bag for her pocket watch.

However, before the bodyguards' fingers could even graze her clothes, a dark figure swept past like a sudden gale.

Jarred moved with lightning speed, displaying the flawless, lethal close-quarters combat skills of a SWAT professional.

Both hands shot out simultaneously, locking precisely onto the wrists of the two bodyguards with crisp, ruthless force.

With two muffled thuds, the towering guards were brutally slammed to the pavement.

Two seconds. Two men. Both laid out flat.

The matriarch's face darkened completely.

With a furious wave of her hand, a flood of bodyguards poured in from all directions, instantly surrounding the two of them in the center of the courtyard.

The men in black formed a tight perimeter, the tension snapping taut like a drawn bowstring, ready to explode at any second.

Jarred firmly shifted his stance, using one arm to shield Sienna behind him.

Standing tall as a pine, he faced dozens of bodyguards head-on, an aura of icy intimidation radiating from him.

His brain processed like a high-speed machine; in mere seconds, an escape route had already mapped itself out in his mind.

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