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.”

original position, dart in hand. After a

She missed.

up her cheeks, and instantly became unhappy

chuckled. “Don’t rush. Nothing comes that easy. You need to practice more and make it muscle memory. The more you practice, the higher your chances of success. Practice

understood that principle. She calmed her emotions, didn’t

arm felt as

she leaned back in her seat, utterly exhausted, 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

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

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

suddenly accelerated, aiming to shake off the car trailing behind him. “Ms. Garcia, please hold on tight!”

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

up speed, tailing closely

followed?” she asked, a knot forming in her

response, Zephyr focused intently on the road ahead, planning to sharply turn the steering wheel at

from behind but also prepared to block the

reached the intersection yet when suddenly, a vehicle burst out from a side

on the brakes fiercely,

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

heard Zephyr saying, “Ms. Garcia, please stay in the car. No matter what happens, do not get out.”

car door, and stepped out with a long

heart leaped into her

trailing from behind sandwiched their car in the middle, all coming to a halt.

each one stretching their wrists and necks, their eyes fierce and

in the car. She quickly composed herself and dialed Shane’s number, asking for help.

engaged in a