My Baby's Daddy

“Goddess, Goddess!” Tony urgently got out of the car, wanting to come to her rescue.

“Stay inside!” Shirley shouted at him. With that, she delivered a powerful punch to the leader. Breaking free, she approached the man with the stick, who instantly turned pale with fear as if he had seen a ghost.

Shirley, like an angered goddess, stood amid the chilling wind that tousled her long hair. Her face was incredibly beautiful yet radiated intense determination to kill.

The man had no choice but to face the challenge. He swung the stick wildly, but Shirley seized the opportunity, closing in and grabbing his wrist. Disarming him, she viciously struck him down with the iron rod and then stepped on him with a forceful stomp. A distinct sound of ribs breaking echoed in the air.

“Ahh!” The man let out a gruesome scream. Shirley tossed aside the iron rod and, looking at the fallen thugs, walked toward Tony’s car. Tony, inside the car, was so nervous that he was sweating profusely. Just then, his phone rang-it was a call from Zacharias.

“It’s Uncle Zacharias calling, Should I answer?” “No. Let’s go back,” Shirley said. She didn’t want Zacharias to know about what happened. Plus, these people only needed a lesson. Tony drove ahead, still amazed. “I’m truly impressed. You’re incredible, taking on eight guys by yourself!” Shirley shrugged it off. “They were just ordinary fighters.” “I can’t handle even one of them. You took on eight. You really are my goddess.

hail,” Tony exclaimed, almost ready to bow down

the wound on

earlier injured you,

then, Shirley’s phone rang. Unsurprisingly, it was still Zacharias. “Hello?” She knew she had to

you two?”

replied and hung up. Then, he turned to Tony. “Never tell your uncle about this.” Tony nodded in agreement, but deep down,

touched her back, feeling a burning pain. She might need some

Tony returned to the Flintstone Residence. On the couch, Zacharias had been waiting

knee, and he frowned. “Did something happen?” “Nothing,” Shirley immediately rushed to answer, leading Zacharias to suspect something was definitely up. At that, he turned to his nephew. “Tony, you speak.” “N-Nothing happened!” Tony replied nervously. Zacharias might not know Shirley well, but he knew his nephew. The guilty