Sylvara's Rebirth A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 289

Chapter 289 Don’t Touch My Girl

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Winson spat out a mouthful of blood. It felt like his insides had shattered. The pain drained the color from his face. His body jerked as he struggled to breathe. After a long time, he one shallow breath and braced himself on the floor. “Sylvara, you little witch,” he snarled. “I’m going to kill you.”

“Kill who?” A voice cut in. “Tell me. I’ll help you.”

Blake slid out of her seat. She lifted her foot and stepped down hard on Winson’s back. He had just managed to push himself up, but with a firm press-thud-she forced him flat against the floor again.

“He wants to kill me, Daddy!” Sylvara rushed over at once. She switched into full-on complaint. mode and pointed at Winson. “He cursed at me too. Daddy, hit him for me.”

Saphron, who had been right behind Sylvara, froze when he heard her call someone as her dad. He turned to look.

He shouldn’t have. The moment he did, he was completely flustered. His words came out in pieces. “Ms. Feywin … y-you … your dad is … is … B-Blake Kenobia?”

Sylvara smiled brightly, her eyes curving without the slightest hint of guilt. “Yeah. My dad is General Kenobia.”

Clang!

Saphron’s legs went weak, and he dropped straight to the floor.

Sylvara covered her eyes. She couldn’t bear to watch.

That bastard’s charm is way too strong.

She’s knocking people over without even trying.

“Winson,” Blake said calmly, her foot still pressing down on his back. “You want to kill my sweetheart?” She kicked hard. Winson flew like a ball, slammed into the wall, and then bounced back. Blake stopped him with her foot again.

“You’re not very big,” she said coolly, “but you’ve got a lot of nerve. Go on. Say what you just said again.”

Blood ran from Winson’s forehead into his mouth. The taste of iron mixed with the tearing pain in his body. In that moment, he finally understood something. Sylvara was different now.

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His mind raced. Did she marry Blake’s son? But Blake doesn’t have a son.

And someone as close to the royal family as Blake, how could he ever accept a girl with no mental power, no physical power, and nothing special at all?

None of that mattered now.

Blake was standing up for her.

And when a gun fires, the first one hit is always the loudest target.

Winson didn’t need to think twice. Blake might be in poor health and often stayed in the palace, but he was deeply favored by the emperor. As a third-rank duke, Winson owned a massive restaurant and looked powerful to ordinary people. But compared to the Emperor’s trusted favorite? He was nothing.

Not even worth the comparison.

Winson’s face was covered in blood. He opened his mouth and begged, “It’s a

misunderstanding! A misunderstanding! She’s General Kenobi’s sweetheart. How could I ever want to kill her?”

“A misunderstanding?” Blake said coolly. Her voice was calm, cold, and firm-like a parent who spoiled their child and protected her no matter what. She didn’t listen to explanations. She didn’t need to. “I’m not deaf,” Blake said flatly. “My sweetheart said it happened. That means it happened.”

“No, no, absolutely not,” Winson said through clenched teeth. He forced his eyes open, though blood was almost sealing them shut, and looked at Sylvara. “Don’t you remember? I’m Mr. Winson. Before you got married, you and my son used to eat at my restaurant all the time. I never even charged you.”

Trying to cozy up with Sylvara? That wouldn’t work.

She wasn’t reborn into this body.

She wasn’t a soul traveler.

She wasn’t reliving a past life,

What kind of closeness did he think they had?

“You thief,” Sylvara snapped coldly. “You plagiarize my work and still try to act like family? You think you’re worthy of that?” She turned to Blake, her tone suddenly soft and innocent-sweet

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on the surface, sharp underneath. “Daddy, he stole my work and slapped his own name on it. He even humiliated me, asking, ‘Who do I think I am?’

“Daddy, don’t go soft on him,” she went on. “Make sure he pays what he owes. Jail him if needed. I don’t want to see him again.”

“Since my sweetheart says so-”

“I’ll pay!” Winson cut in frantically before Blake could finish.

“Just name the amount. I’ll pay. I’ll pay anything.”

If he had known Sylvara was this capable-able to create so many dishes and even close to a Level-7 healer-he would have forced Zephyrion to marry her no matter what.

Once she married into the family, it would be like owning a golden goose.

Then his son wouldn’t have ended up suffering after military training, with unstable mental energy and genetic breakdown, unable to attend school normally and forced to return to Centria Planet for treatment.

“Duke Quill,” Blake said sharply. She pulled her foot back, sat down, and stared at him. “Do you take us for people who casually extort money? No, Duke Quill. You’re wrong. We are law- abiding citizens. We don’t do extortion.

“You copied my sweetheart’s work first. Compensation will be decided by the court. We follow the court’s ruling.”

Let the court decide?

Winson panicked. He hurriedly called out, “General Kenobia … this incident-”

“The officers are here,” Blake said calmly, cutting him off. “Whatever you want to say, say it to them.”

Winson’s face was so soaked in blood that his complexion couldn’t be seen, but the fear in his eyes was obvious.

Four court officers walked in.