NovelEnglishChapter 105
The blond lunged forward, ready to throw a punch at Elysia's face.
Amara, always prepared for trouble, quickly slipped off her shoe and wielded its pointed heel like a weapon,
jabbing it into the blond's side.
A sharp cry of pain echoed, the exact target unknown, but The blond clutched his stomach and doubled over,
beads of sweat forming on his forehead from the agony.
Amara was shaking all over, a mix of rage and fear coursing through her body.
She stood firm, shielding Elysia behind her, clutching the pointed shoe, her body cold with adrenaline.
The group of young men with hair dyed in a kaleidoscope of colors clustered around the blond, calling out to him.
Seeing the blond unable to stand upright, they turned their gaze to Amara with menacing intent.
Rolling up their sleeves, they then approached Amara, jeering, "Fiery little thing, aren't ya? Think you can just hit
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people? Tto teach you a lesson."
Their commotion had drawn a crowd of onlookers. The bartender, unfazed by bar brawls, calmly pulled out his
phone to call the police.
Though Amara had experienced the ordeal of getting her face disfigured, being cornered by a group of men was
something she'd never faced, leaving her somewhat panicked.
These street punks had nothing to lose, and even if she invoked Larry's nto scare them, it might not work-
they probably wouldn't believe her anyway. What was she supposed to do?
Just then, a figure appeared beside the group. He grabbed the neck of the one with green hair closest to Amara
and growled, "Scram!"
Incredibly, he lifted the guy, who easily weighed over 200 pounds, with one hand and tossed him against a
nearby table with a loud crash.
The noise was so startling that everyone around gasped and instinctively turned to watch. The group of punks
halted, staring in disbelief at the man who had appeared out of nowhere.
Dressed in black from head to toe, he seemed to blend into the dimly lit bar, yet his imposing presence was
impossible to ignore. It was as if his aura demanded attention, overshadowing even his strikingly handsome
features.
He stood there, glowering at the punks, who now shrank back, too intimidated to
advance. Looking away, he strode over to Amara.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice chilly as he glanced at Amara.
Amara looked up at Finnian, her eyes wide, still processing what had just
happened. She gave a nod. "I'm fine, thank you for stepping in."
After that, she wanted to ask why he was here, but then noticed Liliana standing nearby and kept silent.
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Was Finnian just here at the bar with Liliana and happened to help because he saw them in trouble? Probably.
As these thoughts swirled in her mind, Finnian watched her closely.
Amara had seemed ready to say something, but then she didn't. What had she wanted to ask? Why had she
fallen silent? Wasn't she curious about his presence here?
"Finnian, what're you doing here?" Elysia slurred as she stumbled over, leaning against Amara, glaring at him.
"You, you should leave, take your little vixen and get out of here. Ama doesn't want to see you."
Finnian's expression darkened as he eyed the arm Elysia had wrapped around Amara, choosing to stay silent.
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