Queen of Wild Cards novel Chapter 53

There was no way Steve was going to swallow an insult like that.

"You're dead!" he roared in a blind fury.

He threw a vicious punch straight at Stella, fully intending to end her in one strike, just like he had the last guy.

The entire crowd collectively held their breath, their eyes glued to the ring in absolute terror.

Someone even let out a panicked gasp.

The security guards surrounding the mat tensed up, calculating the angle so they could catch the poor girl when she went flying.

But the reality left everyone's jaws on the floor. The person rocketing out of the ring in a straight line wasn't the girl—it was Steve!

No one even saw how the petite girl did it. One move, and the giant was sent flying.

Even Steve was completely disoriented. How the hell did a kid just kick him off the mat?

With a sickening thud, Steve crashed face-first into the dirt.

This time, the security guards made absolutely zero effort to catch him. He'd spent the entire week making everyone's lives hell; let him eat the floor.

Having effortlessly dispatched the brute, Stella swiftly slipped away. She had no desire to be swarmed by an audience, let alone expose her identity.

She simply couldn't stand Steve's insufferable arrogance. If she hadn't kicked him down a peg, she wouldn't be Stella.

Stepping into the elevator, she undid her pigtails and pulled her hair back into its original ponytail. Finding a trash can in the lobby, she tossed the fox mask inside, pulled her baseball cap low over her face, and hurried out of the club.

Thankfully, heading down the elevator didn't require a VIP card, or she would have had to take the stairs.

She pulled out her phone and texted Sylvie, telling her something urgent came up and she had to leave. Then, she hopped onto a bus that was just pulling up to the stop.

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