Queen of Wild Cards novel Chapter 544

Ever since that incident, Carter threw epic tantrums, demanding his parents change his name.

Left with no other choice, Mr. and Mrs. Coleman gave in and legally changed his name to Carter.

To help him out, she even went around beating up every kid who dared to call him by that stupid nickname.

From that day on, Carter became her best friend.

Later on, it was Stella who provided the initial funding for Carter's Garage, knowing how obsessed he was with tinkering on cars. She even paid for his auto mechanic schooling, since his family couldn't afford it.

Because of all this, Carter was fiercely loyal to her. And he hadn't let her down, either. Under his management, the garage had doubled in size, and his natural talent for car modifications was unmatched.

Julius and the three bodyguards fell silent.

So, they were literally worse than pigs!

Did they need to start their training by learning how to tie up livestock?!

Julius finally understood why she had warned him he wouldn't want to hear the story.

Once all five of them were free, they were just about to take out the guards at the door and make a run for it when they heard movement outside.

"Quick, fake it! Let's see what they're up to first."

The moment the words left her mouth, Stella snatched the ropes off the floor and looped them flawlessly back around herself in a blur of motion.

She truly was a professional pig-tier! The sheer speed left the other four staring in dumbfounded awe.

"What are you staring at? Hurry up!"

What was wrong with these guys, freezing up at a crucial moment? She was already perfectly "tied up" in her chair, and they were just standing there!

Julius snapped out of his daze and quickly grabbed his own ropes, mimicking her movements to bind himself.

He couldn't help but think Stella would be a perfect fit for his organization—specifically as his boss.

Around her, he felt like he had absolutely no advantage. In fact, he felt entirely outclassed.

"What am I doing? I'm going to do *you*, obviously!"

With that, Quintin lunged for her again—this time aiming straight for her chest!

In a flash, Stella's leg shot out, kicking him so hard he flew across the room and crashed onto the floor, completely immobilized.

The three bodyguards watched in absolute awe. She was ruthless!

Julius stood up, letting the loose ropes fall away. He walked over to Quintin, crouched down, and held a finger under his nose to check for breath.

Good. He was only knocked out. Still breathing.

His little wife was incredible. One kick and the guy was out cold.

Ending fights with a single strike was her signature move.

Whether it was a paralyzing chop to the neck or a kick that sent people flying, she never needed a second hit.