The True Heiress: Legend Mode novel Chapter 37

The leader backhanded the guy standing next to him. "I thought you said the place was empty today!"

That was the whole reason he brought the crew over to trash it.

"I swear! I checked their schedules. Everyone's in class!"

"Then why the hell is someone standing right in front of us?!"

Hector demanded.

The henchman sized her up and scoffed. "Boss, it's just some girl. Are you telling me you can't handle her?"

Hector looked her up and down. He puffed out his chest. "I just don't make a habit of hitting women."

He figured if things got physical, this pretty little thing would be crying on the floor in seconds.

Ten minutes later, in the middle of a massive lecture hall, a student sitting two rows down suddenly gasped. "Holy shit. Wyatt, that new girl is tearing Hector apart at the dojo right now!"

Wyatt shot out of his seat so fast his chair clattered against the desk. The professor glared at him.

"Professor, bad stomach flu!"

"Go," the professor grumbled, turning back to the whiteboard without missing a beat.

With Wyatt leading the charge, half the guys in the lecture hall immediately grabbed their bags and bolted for the door. Nobody wanted to miss this.

When they burst through the double doors of the club, they were just in time to see her grab Hector by the collar and slam him brutally onto the matted floor.

"Oh my god."

The crowd whispered in collective awe.

She straightened up, looking down at Hector with absolute disdain. "Is that really all you've got?"

Wyatt looked from the groaning Hector to the dozen other rival students scattered around the room, clutching bruised ribs and twisted arms. It was painfully obvious she had dismantled the entire gang single-handedly.

Hector felt like he had just been hit by a freight train. Every bone in his body ached. All he could do was glare up at her, utterly paralyzed.

She was dressed in a standard white martial arts uniform, a white belt knotted casually around her waist.

His expression was grim. "Ever since Mr. Yates left Blackwood City, the family has been sending hitmen to test his defenses. It's usually small-scale stuff, and he's never taken a hit before."

"So what went wrong this time?" she demanded.

Chuck was incredibly paranoid. There was no way he didn't anticipate his family's moves.

Miles hesitated, then shut his eyes with a sigh. "The shootout happened at the mall. He easily could have dodged, but in that split second, he saw Janet Dempsey..."

Janet Dempsey...

It took her a second to put the name to the face. The mayor's airheaded daughter, who practically idolized Rhiannon.

"Are you telling me Chuck took a bullet to protect that idiot?" Morgan asked, his voice low and dangerous.

"No. It's because today, Janet was dressed exactly like Ms. Mercer. From head to toe, she looked like a carbon copy of you."

In the chaos, Chuck genuinely thought it was Juno. He grabbed her by the waist and threw her behind cover. The moment he realized it wasn't you, he let out a massive sigh of relief. And in that one second of dropped guard, a sniper clipped his arm.