The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1503

Until she knew exactly how many enemies there were, Claire wasn't going to make a reckless move.

She didn't want to die, and she certainly didn't want to be smuggled out of the country!

If she really ended up in Sundara, her fate would be entirely out of her hands.

Refusing to betray her country would mean a fate worse than death.

In that case, dying a quick death would be preferable.

Therefore, her only option was to save herself!

She didn't have a single tool on her, and even her clothes weren't her own.

Attacking a fully grown man—especially a trained, highly alert operative—meant she only had one shot. If she failed, there wouldn't be a second chance.

The man lifted Claire out of the dumpster.

He began stuffing her into a heavy black plastic bag.

While he was distracted, Claire cracked her eyes open to assess her surroundings.

Thank God, there was only one of them!

She spotted a traffic cone near his feet. It was the only weapon within reach.

The moment he turned around, she grabbed the cone and swung it hard at his head.

The man clearly hadn't expected her to be awake.

He took the hit but didn't immediately go down.

Claire's groggy state meant there wasn't enough force behind the blow.

"Son of a bitch!" the man cursed in his native tongue.

Hearing the language of Sundara made Claire's expression turn even colder.

She kept a tight grip on the cone and ruthlessly battered him with it.

A vicious look flashed in the man's eyes as he reached for the gun at his waist.

Claire's pupils constricted when she saw the weapon.

Before he could aim, she lunged at him.

While a man typically overpowered a woman in sheer strength, Claire wasn't just trained in martial arts; she was a master of medicine.

Every strike she landed targeted his pressure points.

As they wrestled for the gun, she jammed her fingers into a nerve cluster on his elbow, sending a shock of numbness down his arm that nearly forced him to drop the weapon.

But in that split second, he used every ounce of his remaining strength to pull the trigger.

Dane and Silas's team had already tracked them down. At the sound of the gunshot, they sprinted toward the noise like their lives depended on it.

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