The Coma Prince’s Fiancée novel Chapter 31

The waiter was practically thrown aside, still shaking from shock. When he looked up, Rebecca was already up the wall—one foot braced against the molding, the other catching the opposite side—balanced for a heartbeat like a gymnast before dropping back down.

At that exact moment, a guy dressed in black launched out from the private room, spinning into a kick aimed right where Rebecca had been standing.

here was a sharp crack. The waiter stared as the marble tile spiderwebbed with fractures where the kick landed.

“Wait, where’d she go?”

The guy in black looked around, confused. He barely had time to process before a wave of cold air swept down from above. Just as he tried to fight back, pain shot through his shoulder and neck, sharp enough to steal his breath.

He dropped to his knees, choking on air, one hand clawing at his collar as panic flashed across his face. Panic flashed across his face, but no sound came out.

“Rebecca, he’s on our side!”

Odom called out from inside the room, voice sharp with urgency. Rebecca shot him an icy glare, then finally let go, uncurling the leg that was choking the attacker. She released him, pushed off the doorway, and landed in a controlled step back—light, quiet, and perfectly balanced.

Her would-be opponent was left coughing, hands braced on the floor as he gulped in air.

Rebecca stood in the doorway, eyes cold. “So this is your big surprise?”

Odom looked frustrated, rubbing his temple, then tried to smooth it over fast. “Rebecca, this guy’s obsessed with martial arts. I mentioned you’re kind of a legend, and he couldn’t help himself. I tried to stop him, but you know how he is. Don’t be mad, okay? Come on, sit down. I ordered all your favorites!”

Rebecca’s gaze flicked over to the young man, still breathing hard on the floor. He was young, with sun-kissed skin, long limbs, and muscles you didn’t get without serious training.

“Good strength,” she said coolly. “Your timing needs work.”

Odom pulled him toward the chair. “This is my cousin, Neely. He’s a sophomore at Vantage Point, also the strongest athlete on campus. Someone with your background needs backup, even if you’re just there to study. So I brought him to meet you. Need anything on campus, just tell him.”

Rebecca half-smiled, eyebrow raised. “So what, you want me to thank you for planning ahead?”

Odom grinned wider. “Oh, it’s nothing. That’s what friends are for, right? But... if you really want to thank me, maybe throw in something more real. A million or two would work.”

Neely had barely sat down before he heard his cousin trying to hustle a few million from a girl not much older than himself. He hesitated. “Odom, since when were you this shameless about, well... leeching off someone?”

Odom made a face. “Come on. Rebecca’s not just anyone. If you ever get the honor of working for her, trust me, count your blessings.”

Neely looked back and forth between Rebecca and Odom, his eyes wide in innocent confusion, like he’d just walked into a conversation two chapters ahead.