The True Heiress Returns (Tilda Jenson) novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122 The Cat That Hunts Snakes

Just as Howard lunged, that redirected kick slammed straight into the weakest part of his right arm.

A sharp crack rang out, and his bone had fractured cleanly.

“Ahhh!”

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His right arm was useless now. Even someone like Howard couldn’t stop himself from screaming in agony.

His face flushed deep red, bloodshot eyes wide with pain. Sweat burst from his forehead in an instant, soaking his entire body.

Clutching his shattered arm, he dropped to his knees, howling nonstop.

“Wrestling world champ? Please, you’re nothing but trash.”

Tilda wasn’t about to let him catch his breath.

She followed up with a clean, brutal left hook straight to Howard’s face.

Bang!

Despite weighing nearly 170 pounds, Howard was sent flying into the wall by Tilda’s punch.

Anyone watching would’ve sworn she was cheating.

Sure, Tilda stood a solid 5’7“, but she couldn’t have weighed more than 100 pounds soaking wet.

A hundred–pound girl landing a punch strong enough to knock a 6’3“, perfectly built, former world wrestling champion into a wall?

Basically impossible.

Yet, Tilda did exactly that.

One of Howard’s teeth flew out from the impact.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, thick and sticky as it hit the floor.

Tilda slammed her foot down onto his face.

“You thought I ran away on purpose? Nah. I just wanted a quiet place with no witnesses and no cameras, so I could beat the hell out of you. You really think being born a Jensons makes you better than everyone? Think a gold medal makes you unstoppable? In my eyes, you’re nothing but a smug little puppet, strutting around the spotlight, clueless that someone else is pulling your strings.”

Tilda hated Wade’s fake charm.

Hated Howard’s arrogance even more.

But this time, it was Howard who chased her down, and Howard who threw the first punch.

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Chapter 122 The Cat That Hunts Snakes

So, Tilda gave Howard a taste of his own medicine.

She shattered his flashy, hollow defense using the very move he thought was his greatest weapon.

She stomped his pride straight into the ground.

Looking at Howard now–helpless, unable to fight back…

Mmm. It felt damn good.

Tilda slammed her foot into his face again and again.

Like she was trying to grind his mouth into pulp.

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That mouth had spit out more insults than she could count, every word like a knife back when she was still the old Tilda… the weak one..

Now, she was here to settle the score.

That spineless waste of space–this Howard–was the man she once gave everything for?

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