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.”

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

She missed.

stomped her foot, puffed up her cheeks, and instantly became

You need to practice more and make it muscle memory. The more

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

after finishing her training, her wrist and arm felt as if they were

pain you fighting artists go through. When you first started practicing, it must have been even more torturous than what I’m experiencing now. I really admire you all. It must take an incredible amount of determination to train as

Zephyr felt a rare urge to laugh. Just as he

His gaze fell on the rearview mirror, his cold eyes narrowing. It

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

against the seat. She quickly regained her senses

up speed, tailing closely behind.

she asked, a knot forming in

succinct and meaningful response, Zephyr focused intently on the road ahead, planning to sharply turn the steering wheel at the next intersection, throwing

tailing from behind but also prepared to block

a vehicle burst out from a

brakes fiercely, and the tires screeched loudly against

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

react, she heard Zephyr saying, “Ms. Garcia, please stay in the car. No matter what happens, do

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

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

moment, the cars blocking them from the front and trailing from behind

men stepped out of the vehicle, each one stretching their wrists and

even while sitting in the car. She quickly composed herself and

engaged in a tussle with