Fake Heiress Reborn Drops Masks Finds Family (Noelle and Sebastian) novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150 Force Him

Chapter 150 Force Him

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He swayed as he stood up, sweat and blood sliding into his eyes. Teeth clenched, he snarled, “Again!”

He wasn’t beaten yet.

He couldn’t lose.

He needed to win–take the money and buy his little sister back.

If he failed, she’d end up like those naked women–locked in chains, thrown onto the auction stage, stared at by strangers, maybe even violated right there in public.

To save her, he had to win.

A wild, desperate energy burst from him. Like a cornered beast, he rushed the three men again.

It was a suicidal fighting style–no defense, only attack. Every strike was brutal and savage. For a short time, he actually threw the three men into disorder, forcing them to retreat step by step.

“Maniac! He’s lost his mind!” they yelled in shock and rage.

He didn’t hear them. His eyes saw nothing but his opponents, his attacks growing fiercer with every second.

In the end, it was the three men who fell first, bruised and humiliated, hands raised in surrender.

“Whoa!”

Serena let out a sharp whistle. She shot a look at the people who’d been yelling earlier and mocked them in smooth Elvish, “Florasia is incredible! Who was calling Florasians trash just now? How’d that turn out? Three on one, and you still got beaten into useless garbage?”

“You-”

“No matter where we are, our people are damn tough. If I were you, I’d go find a wall and end it right now after losing a three–on–one!” Serena fired back rapidly, every word cutting deep.

back. Those foreigners flushed red with anger, completely unable to argue

A faint smile touched Noelle’s lips.

When it came to verbal combat, almost no one could beat Serena.

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Chapter 150 Force Him

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The referee clearly hadn’t expected such a turnaround. After standing there in a daze for a while, he finally announced with reluctance, “You win. Go get your money.”

Only then did the teen show a small smile. Winning meant one million dollars. That was enough to keep his sister safe for now.

At least she wouldn’t be sold this month.

He hurried off the ring toward the payout when a sharp female voice suddenly cut through the noise.

“Stop!”

A blonde girl dressed in luxury strode forward, surrounded by attendants.

She held a whip in her hand, her expression arrogant, her entire presence screaming wealth and power.

The fight organizer clearly knew her. He rushed over and bowed respectfully. “Greetings, Ms. Anna.”

Anna Yeager didn’t even look at him. She walked past, pointed her whip at the teen in the ring, and spoke in stiff but clear Florasian, “You. Florasian.

“You’re not leaving. You’ll fight me.”

He had already exhausted every last ounce of strength. He looked at her and refused outright. “I already won.”

He didn’t need another fight. He couldn’t die here. The money he’d earned was enough to protect his sister for one month.

Once he recovered, he could come back and keep fighting. That was the only way to keep her safe longer.

“How dare you refuse me?!” Anna snapped.

When she saw him ignore her and step down from the ring, her anger exploded. She jumped onto the platform and cracked her whip across his back.

Smack!

His back split open at once, blood spraying out.

“Are you fighting or not?!” Anna demanded, glaring.

The organizer knew her temper. If she wasn’t satisfied, she could tear the entire underground

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