Chapter 267
Beneath the dense, lush forest, the sounds of a fight echoed.
The black SUVs had surrounded the military green Jeep, and a white figure darted between the black–clad men.
Melanie, dressed in a black bodysuit, was locked in a battle with Ophelia, their movements a blur of black and white.
Both used soft techniques to counter hard strikes, and for a moment, it was impossible to tell who had the upper hand as they grappled.
As several men rushed in, Ophelia immediately dodged their attacks.
Seizing the opportunity, Melanie landed a heavy strike on Ophelia’s shoulder.
Ophelia staggered back, her body slamming into the car, and a sharp pain shot through her waist.
Seeing Melanie’s triumphant look, Ophelia’s lips curled into a faint smile.
She quickly advanced, completely changing her fighting style, forcing Melanie to retreat step by step.
Her movements were precise. She reacted instantly when someone approached.
One kick knocked down a man charging from behind, and she grabbed another man’s arm, twisting and using his momentum to flip over his back, her legs sweeping through the air, striking several others.
“Ah!” The men staggered back, falling to the ground.
Another group of people quickly rushed in, taking turns wearing down Ophelia’s strength.
Occasionally, Melanie would unexpectedly charge in, landing a heavy blow on Ophelia.
Minutes passed, and Ophelia’s forehead was covered in sweat.
Those who had fallen around her were completely helpless, unable to fight back.
“Ms. Spencer, I advise you to give up. Even if you manage to beat these men, there are still hundreds of people in Death Guild. Can you really fight your way through them?” Melanie said.
“What’s stopping me?” Ophelia replied with a smile, trying to steady her uneven breathing.
Her body was numb, and the pain had become almost unbearable.
She glanced at the surveillance camera. She was gambling that Kenneth wouldn’t be able to stand
by
and watch.
But Ophelia knew she needed to end the fight quickly.
With a push from her toes, Qphelia launched herself at Melanie
Clearly surprised, Melanie hadn’t expected Ophelia to have any energy left, nor for her speed to be so astonishing. Before Melanie could react, Ophelia was upon her, slamming her palm into Melanie’s left shoulder with a force that felt like it could crush her bones.
From there, every move was a surprise.
Melanie froze, recognizing the very techniques she had used on Ophelia earlier. But Ophelia’s strength was much greater, easily double hers.
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Ophelia retaliated swiftly, never allowing Melanie a moment to recover. The final blow, a spinning kick, sent Melanie crashing to the ground.
Melanie lay on her back, one hand clutching her chest, the other propped weakly on the ground.
Bighost, who had been watching from the back, hurried forward to help Melanie to her feet.
Ophelia seized the moment, charging toward Death Guild.
But as Melanie had predicted, with so many people inside, it didn’t take long before another group blocked her path.
The men she had just knocked down had regained their footing and quickly surrounded her.
“Ms. Spencer, you’re not getting in today,” Melanie said, unwilling to admit it, but it was the truth.
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Ophelia’s skill was far superior to Melanie’s, by countless times, and even though Ophelia had held back earlier, Melanie wa not seriously injured.
“I have to see Kenneth today,” Ophelia said, her breathing heavy, but her resolve unwavering.
She steadied herself, gritted her teeth, and surged forward, showing no mercy to anyone blocking her path.
Ten minutes…
Twenty minutes…
Ophelia was getting closer to Death Guild. Her teeth ground together in pain, her mouth cut open, the taste of blood filling her mouth. Her lips had turned pale, and the blood from her mouth was a stark contrast against her flushed face.
As Ophelia executed a shoulder throw, tossing a man to the ground, she stumbled, almost losing her balance.
The sounds around her faded, leaving only the harshness of her own breaths in her ears.
Sweat had drenched her clothes and clung to her strands of hair, beads of sweat falling down her pale cheeks, hitting the ground.
Melanie’s gaze toward her slowly shifted from disdain to shock, then to respect.
She seemed to understand why Kenneth had chosen Ophelia.
Bighost didn’t approach, remaining motionless like a statue.
Gradually, everyone in her path froze, stunned by Ophelia’s unwavering determination.
They had tried to block her, but now they stood still, allowing her to pass.
The three high–tech buildings of Death Guild grew larger in Ophelia’s vision.
She knew Kenneth was insidę.
But her legs felt like they were made of cotton, weak and unsteady. Every step she took drained all the remaining strength from her body.
“Kennie…” Ophelia whispered, refusing to believe that Kenneth didn’t love her.
Bang!
Ophelia’s vision blurred, and she collapsed to her knees, struggling to support herself with her arms.
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She hadn’t rested properly for two nights, and after the long journey, she had hardly eaten anything, only drinking water.
“Ms…. Mrs. Sinclair!” Melanie moved forward to help her up, but Ophelia raised a hand to stop her.
Ophelia braced herself on her knees, slowly forcing herself to stand, her eyes fixed firmly on one of the buildings.
Ophelia closed her eyes for a moment, then continued walking in the direction of the building.
She was almost at the entrance when her body swayed, her vision darkened, and she lost consciousness, collapsing to the ground.
In that instant, she was caught in a familiar embrace.
Kenneth tightened his hold on Ophelia’s shoulders, his narrow eyes burning with anger, the corners of his eyes bloodshot, his jaw clenched tight, his face devoid of warmth.
He lifted her in his arms, carrying her through the building, and made his way to a villa at the back.
Ronin followed closely behind.
Ronin’s usually handsome and gentle face was now furrowed with concern.
‘What the fucking were they thinking?‘ Kenneth wondered to himself.
He placed her gently on the bed, and Ronin quickly checked on her. “She’s just exhausted, passed out from sheer fatigue. On top of that, she’s likely malnourished with low blood sugar. She probably hasn’t eaten properly in the last couple of days.”
Ronin felt a pang of sympathy as he watched the monitor, and he couldn’t help but wonder if Kenneth was turning into some sort of sadist.
Kenneth looked like he might snap his own teeth.
Frustrated and perplexed by the way they were hurting each other, Ronin was at a loss for words.
“What are you planning to do?” Ronin asked though he wasn’t one to interfere in others‘ affairs.
Still, something about Ophelia’s resilience and determination had moved him.
It was hard to imagine anyone who wouldn’t be moved.
“Give her a nutrition injection and some sedatives to help her rest. When with you,” Kenneth replied.
you
head back
to
Dellanex tomorrow, take her
His gaze never left Ophelia, lying still on the bed. His face was calm, but his heart churned with bitter emotions.
He gently smoothed her tangled hair, his fingertip lightly brushing her cheek, unwilling to blink, as if afraid to miss even a moment of her presence.
“Are you not worried she’ll wake up halfway and jump on a plane to come after you?” Ronin asked.
“Didn’t Eric wake up? Take him with you. With Eric around, she won’t.” Kenneth said.
-Kenneth truly knew her well.
Ronin sighed again. “So, what are you going to do?”
‘Is Kenneth just waiting for death?‘ Ronin thought.
After a brief silence, Kenneth spoke again. “Once I regain my memories, I’ll have him take over Death Guild. I only have one
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request. No matter what, protect Ophelia at all costs.”
Ronin furrowed his brows. “And you?”
“I promised Ivy I’d go back,” Kenneth said.
“Go back? Have you thought this through?” Ronin’s voice rose by a notch.
Kenneth’s silence was the best answer.
Ivy had promised Kenneth that she would no longer harm Ophelia.
Kenneth had already secured the Sinclair Group and the Huxley family, paving the way for Ophelia.
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