The Enigmatic Return (Nancy’s And Roxanne )

Chapter 1157 In A Deadly Situation

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Deep into the night, Neera reluctantly hung up the phone. The man’s earlier words, domineering yet filled with possessiveness, still echoing in her mind.

Hugging her blanket, she tossed and turned a few times before finally falling asleep with a joyful heart.

The next day, she went to see Finnley as usual.

That day’s task remained the same, and that was throwing darts. The process was as challenging as ever.

However, she had always been one to endure hardship. For the sake of achieving her goals, no amount of toil or fatigue could deter her.

Seeing her determination, Finnley’s fondness for her increased significantly. He even made a special lunch for her

at noon.

Neera found out that his cooking skills were exceptionally good, which was a pleasant surprise. She couldn’t stop praising him while eating.

Her words were as sweet as honey, charming Finnley into a fit of uncontrollable laughter,/”Neera, you seem so composed. Never thought you’d be silver-tongued.”

Neera blinked. “How could you say that? This is called being sweet, Mr. Weaver. I rarely behave like this.”

Finnley laughed heartily, happily eating an extra half bowl of pasta.

In the afternoon, Neera chose to continue practicing. Finally, she hit the bullseye. At first, she circled the target in disbelief several times. Afterward, she was overcome with joy. “I’ve hit it! Mr. Weaver, I’ve hit the target! I finally hit

it!”

Finnley sat in the rocking chair, sipping his coffee and praising her with a hearty laugh. “Oh, Neera! You seem to be quite a fast learner. Keep going.”

to her original position, dart in hand. After a few practice swings, she threw it out confidently.

She missed.

up her cheeks, and instantly became unhappy

muscle memory. The more you

principle. She calmed her emotions, didn’t get discouraged, and continued to

the evening, after finishing her training, her wrist and arm felt as if they were about to give out.

sighing deeply. “Zephyr, I think I can finally understand the pain you fighting artists go through. When you first started practicing, it must have been even more torturous than what

her in that listless state, Zephyr felt a rare urge to laugh. Just as he was about to say something, a

was amiss. His gaze fell on the rearview mirror, his cold eyes narrowing. It seems we’ve been tailed by some small fries.

accelerated, aiming to shake off the car trailing behind him.

pressed tightly against the seat. She quickly regained her senses and

picked up speed,

followed?” she asked, a knot forming in her chest.

road ahead, planning to sharply turn the

small fries were not just tailing from behind

a vehicle burst out from a side alley, blocking the

slammed on the brakes fiercely, and the tires screeched loudly against

ears ached from what she heard. Her body jolted forward abruptly, her forehead crashing into

could react, she heard Zephyr saying, “Ms. Garcia, please stay in

car door, and stepped out

raised her head, only to see his retreating figure. Her heart leaped into her throat, filled with worry

and trailing from behind sandwiched their car in the middle, all coming

of robust men stepped out of the vehicle, each one stretching their

murderous intent even while sitting in the car. She

a tussle with the other