Oops Wrong Girl to Bully (Angelina) by Xena Kessler novel Chapter 173

Chapter 173 *

Third Person POV

The noise was unbearable.

Aria stood near the exit of Cage 13, and the crowd pressed in from all sides. People were shouting. Reaching for her. Trying to get her attention.

“That was incredible!

“Can I get your autograph?”

“How did you learn to move like that?”

“Are you available for private matches?”

The same people who’d been laughing at her minutes ago. Calling her a joke. Saying she’d die in ten seconds.

Now they were acting like her biggest fans.

Aria’s jaw tightened. She kept her expression blank. Pushed through the crowd without responding.

Someone grabbed her arm. She pulled free. Kept walking.

“Please! Just one photo!”

“I want to bet on your next fight!”

“Can you teach me that technique?”

They were like flies. Buzzing. Annoying. Following her no matter which direction she turned.

Aria stopped walking. Stood completely still.

The crowd pressed closer. Excited. Thinking she was about to say something.

She looked at them. Her green eyes were cold. Flat.

“Move.”

Just one word. Quiet. But something in her tone made people step back.

The crowd parted slightly. Created a narrow path.

Aria walked through it. Didn’t look at anyone.

Behind her, the whispers started again. But she didn’t care.

She needed to get out of here. Away from the noise. Away from these people. A voice called out from the side. “Angelina! Over here!”

Friedrich was standing near a doorway. Waving at her. His expression was relieved.

Aria changed direction. Walked toward him.

The crowd tried to follow. But Friedrich stepped forward. Blocked their path with his massive body.

“Private area. No spectators allowed.”

“But we just want toa€**

“I said no.” Friedrich’s voice was firm. Final.

He gestured for Aria to go through the doorway. She did. The door closed behind her immediately.

The noise level dropped. Not silent. But better. The concrete walls muffled the crowd sounds.

Aria was in a backstage corridor. Narrow. Dimly lit. Used by fighters to move between areas without dealing with spectators.

She kept walking. Following the corridor as it turned left. Then right.

After about fifty feet, it opened into a larger room. A fighter’s rest area. Benches along the walls. A water cooler in the corner. First aid supplies

on a metal table.

Marquis was sitting on one of the benches. His left arm was in a sling. His face was cleaned up but still showed bruising. A medical wrap around his ribs.

Wolfgang was standing nearby. Both turned when Aria entered.

“There she is!” Wolfgang’s voice was warm. Proud. “The woman who just made history!”

Friedrich smiled. “Thirty seconds. Fastest kill in Cage 13 this year.”

Aria walked to the water cooler. Filled a small paper cup. Drank it in one gulp.

Marquis stood up slowly. Wincing. I owe you my life. If you hadn’t substituted for me—”

“You would have died. Aria’s voice was matter-of-fact. Not cruel. Just stating reality.

“Yeah.” Marquis looked down at his injured arm. “I got cocky. Thought I could take him. I was wrong.”

“Theodore was skilled. But he relied too much on intimidation. Once you e through that, he’s predictable.”

Wolfgang nodded. “We noticed that. But none of us were fast enough to exploit it.”

“Speed helps.” Aria refilled her cup. Drank again. “But mostly it’s about reading patterns. Theodore always telegraphed his moves three seconds

before executing them.”

Marquis spoke up. His voice was quieter now. Seeing you fight today reminded me of the old days. When you were Angelina. When you were unbeatable.

The room went quiet.

Aria turned to face them. “That was a different time. A different life.”

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