Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 1207 It Can Only Mean One Thing 

Now, with the situation turning dire, she had no choice but to go all out.

“Mackenzie, stay behind me!” Emmanuel shielded his wife behind him, his expression serious.

He had exerted all his strength to swiftly defeat the formidable opponent, significantly depleting his internal energy. Now, facing two strong opponents simultaneously while protecting Mackenzie, he couldn’t afford to be careless.

“Concentrate, don’t worry about me!” Mackenzie also reassured him.

She was well aware of how powerful these two women were, especially the woman in white. If she truly was Sarah,

Mackenzie wondered where she had learned her martial arts. Although Sarah had claimed to be away for studies many times, spending at least a decade away from the Quillen residence, she had still spent a decade within the household!

While Sarah did possess martial skills, the abilities she displayed were nowhere near those of the woman in white. Could Mackenzie and Emmanuel really be mistaken?

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh…

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The woman in white took the lead, with the woman in blue supporting her. Their attacks were dazzling and fierce,

but akin to an endless drizzle. Yet, every drop of rain

to drive them back and prevent them from getting close. However, the woman in white quickly

I’ll keep him busy; you go all out and attack his right side! If you get a chance, grab the woman

in white loudly

the fight, she wouldn’t even have the courage to face Emmanuel. But she soon noticed that Emmanuel consistently used his legs to block her attacks, seldom employing

exposed, and continuing this prolonged struggle was not a viable option; sooner or later, he would be overwhelmed. In the next moment, he took the initiative to grab both women’s hands and, using the momentum, fell backward off the bridge into the dark waters below.

anticipated Emmanuel’s decision and hurriedly leaned over the bridge, watching the pitch-black river. The currents were swift, the night dark, and she had no idea

a large-scale life-and-death struggle was

and rescue

seemed injured, rendering it

right side! If you get a chance, grab the

white loudly

red. The pressure was immense. Her own strength was not much different from that of the man in red. If it weren’t

she soon noticed that Emmanuel consistently used his legs to block her attacks, seldom employing his right arm-a

exposed, and continuing this prolonged struggle was not a viable option; sooner or later, he would be overwhelmed. In the next moment,

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