Chapter 377:
Benjamin’s expression grew even more severe. Having raised Elena for over two decades without receiving the repayment he desired, his anger was understandable. Plus, Elena’s defiance had publicly humiliated him.
Benjamin had always valued his reputation above all else.
His threats did not intimidate Elena in the slightest. She had long settled any debt with the Reed family. Today’s confrontation was simply to make it known to everyone in Foiclens that she was no longer associated with the Reed family. Anyone hoping to use the Reeds to connect with the Harpers should abandon that thought. This extinguished the Reed family’s last hope.
Elena took a few steps forward but paused, her brow creased. A group of sharply dressed bodyguards surrounded her.
Cecily, trying to maintain appearances, smiled at the guests and said, “Please, there’s no need for concern. It’s merely a youthful outburst. The wedding will commence shortly, so kindly take your seats. We won’t allow family issues to cause further delays.”
She then glanced at the bodyguards, signaling them silently to quickly remove Elena from the scene.
The guests, though curious, held back from intervening after Cecily’s reassurance.
The bodyguards blocked Elena’s way. “Miss Harper, please head upstairs.”
Elena’s gaze was cold and intimidating. The Reed family had even involved bodyguards, apparently intent on delivering her to Perry. Originally, she had considered showing leniency, but their relentless scheming had sealed their fate.
The hostility in Elena’s eyes intensified as she faced the bodyguards. “Get out of my way.”
“Fuck off.” Elena’s commanding voice made the bodyguards freeze momentarily.
As they gathered their composure, their expressions showed confusion. How could such a powerful aura come from a seemingly delicate young woman? Surely, it was just their imagination.
The leader, bald and stern, dismissed his hesitation. “Capture her!” He reached toward Elena’s shoulder, but before he could grasp her, she grabbed his wrist and twisted it behind his back with force. Then, she skillfully kicked the back of his knee.
A loud “Thud!” echoed as the leader collapsed, his face contorted in pain and humiliation. “Ah! Release me! Please, release me!” The scene unfolded so swiftly it left the remaining bodyguards stunned.
L𝓐tєѕτ chʜɑρτєrs ιn g𝒶l𝑛ovєl𝑠.ⲕоm
Elena looked down at the leader and delivered a powerful kick to his shoulder, knocking him flat on the floor with a grunt.
Her display of skill made the other bodyguards wary, hesitant to advance.
Clutching his injured shoulder, the leader barked at his comrades, “What are you waiting for? Attack her, all of you!”
Elena bit her lip until she tasted blood, the metallic flavor sharp on her tongue. The pain kept her senses alert. Just moments before, her vision had blurred for unknown reasons, and her body had grown feverish and weak.
Sylvia noticed Elena’s unusual signs and felt a surge of joy. With a triumphant cry, she shouted to the bodyguards, “She’s weakening! Now, take her down!”
Alerted by Sylvia’s words, the bodyguards saw Elena’s faltering condition. Once radiating a formidable aura, she now lowered her head, her expression hidden.
The bodyguards exchanged glances and charged forward at once.
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