Love at the Wrong Table by Emmanuel Lowe
Love at the Wrong Table Emmanuel Lowe Chapter 523

Chapter 523

Before Bugsy could hit her, Sarah smacked his hand away. Stung by the

smack, he frowned.

“What?”

“That b*tch just hit Mr. Hound! Get her!”

The lackeys roared, foaming at their mouths. Bugsy was the top dog of all the

villages in these settlements, and they would not allow a mere wench to sully

their king’s pride.

Bugsy held his hand up, telling his lackeys to calm down, then he licked his

lips. “Feisty. Cobra told me you broke his hose, aye?”

“So what if I did?” Sarah looked at him coldly, unfazed.

“You seem to be confident in your skills.” Bugsy laughed with excitement.

“Then why don’t we have a duel? If you win, I’ll let all of you go, and my men

will not stop you. But if you lose, then you’ll have to stay here and marry me.”

“In your dreams!” Suri barked. This oaf wants Miss Sarah to marry him? Not in

a million years!

Bugsy ignored Suri and stared at Sarah instead. Sarah pursed her lips. It was

obvious they were in a dire situation. Her family name wasn’t enough to get

her out of this, so she must rely on her skills. She would rather fight one guy

over a hundred. This way, at least she might have a chance to win. “Fine, but

if you break your word, I’ll break your head,” said Sarah.

Suri and the sickly woman heaved a sigh. They thought Sarah was sacrificing

herself for people that weren’t worth it.

“Good! I’m lovin‘ you more and more, honey.” Bugsy burst into laughter. He

was confident that he could win.

“Shut it, you cur!” Sarah whipped her leg at Bugsy’s mouth. She was fast and

flexible. Not even professional dancers could flex their limbs like she could.

However, her opponent was faster. He held his hand open and blocked the

attack, then he held her leg. It shocked Sarah and she tried to pull her leg

away, but she couldn’t. She had to lose her shoe before she could pull her leg

back.

Cobra and the lackeys roared with laughter. Some even shouted obscene

remarks.

“Pretty foot, missy. So white… So soft… I wanna lick it.”

“Mr. Hound, why dontcha take off her other shoe too?”

“Take off her clothes so we can see what’s underneath too!”

Some of the perverts were even drooling.

Bugsy sniffed Sarah’s shoe and grinned. “Ah, the scent of a rich princess. Even

your feet smell good. Wonder if you taste as good as you smell.” He leered.

Disgusting. Infuriated, Sarah lashed out at Bugsy again, but he saw through

her attack and swept his leg across the ground to trip her.

Sarah fell with a thud, the pain numbing her body.