The Billionaire's Heir I Never Knew Was Mine novel Chapter 172

Chapter 172: Kidnap (4)

Sienna ignored the threat completely.

Instead, she glanced over her shoulder and saw the three gangsters slowly getting back on their feet. They still looked miserable, but they were recovering. If she delayed much longer, she would be surrounded again.

She had no other choice. If she wanted to escape, she had to get past the dagger-wielding man.

Blade briefly shifted his attention elsewhere, and Sienna immediately took advantage of it. She launched a kick aimed directly at the hand holding the dagger.

But when Sienna thought she had succeeded, she was mistaken because Blade reacted quickly and pulled back just in time. Her foot missed its target by only a few centimeters.

Almost immediately, he countered. The dagger flashed toward her lower leg.

Sienna jumped backward and avoided the sharp end of the dagger by an inch. Before he could reset his position, she attacked from another angle. Still, the dagger shifted smoothly and denied her another opening. His movements were efficient and disciplined. There was no wasted motion.

For the first time since the fight with these gangsters, Sienna felt fear.

’Damn it! This man is strong—’ she screamed in her mind, even though her expression remained calm.

"Well, Miss Sienna, I also had a black belt, just like you. That was why I could read your movements," he said as he advanced steadily to attack her.

"Did I ask you?" Sienna wanted to respond that way, but she stayed silent and stepped back to avoid his attack.

The sharp dagger came dangerously close to her arm before she twisted away from it. Blade continued applying pressure, pushing her backward while repeatedly targeting her shoulders and arms.

Although none of the attacks seemed aimed at vital areas, they were still threatening. A dagger didn’t need to hit a deadly spot to cause serious injury.

She concentrated on defense, watching every movement of his shoulders, hips, and wrist. She searched desperately for an opening, but Blade was skilled. Every attack flowed naturally into the next.

Whenever she thought she saw an opportunity, he adjusted his position before she could take advantage of it.

As the fight continued, her frustration slowly built. She hated admitting it, but he had plenty of advantages. He was a bit stronger, slightly more experienced, equally disciplined, and, what’s more concerning, armed.

Then, during another exchange, Sienna leaned away from a strike aimed at her shoulder. She almost avoided it completely, but the tip of the blade still brushed against her right arm.

A sharp sting followed instantly. The cold metal sliced through her sleeve and cut her skin.

She gritted her teeth as pain shot through her arm a second later, followed by the unmistakable warmth of blood.

Blade immediately stopped moving forward.

"Sorry," he said. "I have no intention to scratch you, but you give me no choice. You are one stubborn chick! Good fight, though. I enjoy it!"

Sienna ignored his apology, his babbling, and the stinging sensation on her wound. Keeping her defensive stance, she focused on controlling her breathing.

She could feel blood slowly trickling down her arm, but she refused to look at the wound. Her eyes remained locked on the man while her mind searched desperately for an opportunity. She still had only one goal—to escape—and she wasn’t ready to give up yet.

Then, without warning, the ringtone of Sienna’s cell phone suddenly echoed from inside her bag.

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