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.”

dart in hand. After a few practice

She missed.

up her cheeks, and instantly became unhappy again.

make it muscle memory. The more you practice, the higher your chances of success. Practice makes perfect, after all.”

also understood that principle. She calmed her emotions, didn’t get discouraged, and

training, her wrist and arm felt

utterly exhausted, sighing deeply. “Zephyr, I think I can finally understand the pain you fighting artists go through. When you first started practicing,

as he was about to say something, a sharp glint suddenly

mirror, his

aiming to shake off the car trailing behind him. “Ms. Garcia, please hold

momentarily stunned, immediately feeling her back pressed tightly against the seat. She quickly regained her

two cars picked up speed, tailing

we being followed?” she asked, a knot forming in

meaningful response, Zephyr focused intently on the road ahead, planning to sharply turn the steering wheel at the next intersection, throwing them off in the opposite

from behind but also

car hadn’t reached the intersection yet when suddenly, a vehicle burst out from

He slammed on the brakes fiercely, and

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

“Ms. Garcia, please stay in the

that, he promptly unbuckled his seatbelt, opened the car door, and stepped out

Her heart leaped into her throat, filled with worry and unbearable tension.

cars blocking them from the front and trailing from behind sandwiched their car

out of the vehicle, each one stretching their wrists and necks, their eyes fierce

the murderous intent even while sitting in the car.

Zephyr quickly engaged in a tussle