The Enigmatic Return ( Nancy’s )
The Enigmatic Return By Juliana. Spicy Chapter 1157

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.”

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

She missed.

Neera stomped her foot, puffed up her cheeks, and instantly became unhappy again.

Finnley 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 makes perfect, after all.”

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

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

On the way back, 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 torturous than what I’m experiencing now. I really admire you all. It must take an incredible amount of determination to train as hard as you have.”

Seeing her in that listless state, Zephyr felt a rare urge to laugh. Just as he was about to say something, a sharp glint suddenly caught the corner of his eye.

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

Without hesitation, he suddenly accelerated, aiming to shake off the car trailing behind him. “Ms. Garcia, please hold on tight!”

Neera was momentarily stunned, immediately feeling her back pressed tightly against the seat. She quickly regained her senses and instinctively looked behind her.

Suddenly, two cars picked up speed, tailing closely behind.

“Are we being followed?” she asked, a knot forming in her chest.

“Yes.” With a succinct and 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 direction.

Surprisingly, those small fries were not just tailing from behind but also prepared to block the way ahead.

The car hadn’t reached the intersection yet when suddenly, a vehicle burst out from a side alley, blocking the road ahead.

Zephyr’s pupils suddenly contracted. He slammed on the brakes fiercely, and the tires screeched loudly against the ground.

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

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

With that, he promptly unbuckled his seatbelt, opened the car door, and stepped out with a long stride without any hesitation.

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

At that moment, the cars blocking them from the front and trailing from behind sandwiched their car in the middle, all coming to a halt.

A group of robust men stepped out of the vehicle, each one stretching their wrists and necks, their eyes fierce and intimidating.

Neera could feel the murderous intent even while sitting in the car. She quickly composed herself and dialed Shane’s number, asking for help.

Outside, Zephyr quickly engaged in a tussle with the other party.

The opponents were clearly experts, each one ruthless and fierce as if they intended to corner someone to their death.

If it were anyone else, dealing with countless opponents would not be an issue for Zephyr. However, when it came to those Bartitsu experts, he would replace it much more challenging.

Moreover, the number of opponents was large, making it impossible for him to launch an attack at that moment. He could only defend and had no spare capacity to protect Neera.

Soon, he was entangled by several people, leaving him no time to attend to other matters.

The rest of them took the opportunity to approach the car.

Neera watched as those people got closer and closer, their hands about to touch the car door. She was so nervous that she was almost suffocating. What should I do now?

Just as her mind was racing, at the crucial moment, several figures emerged from the shadows, stepping out in front of the car and blocking the other party’s path. “Who do you think you are? Daring to cause trouble for Ms. Garcia. Are you tired of living?”

The other party sneered, “Enough talk! Bring it on!”

Before long, both sides were engaged in a fierce brawl, throwing punches and kicks at each other. The scene was

utter chaos.

Neera’s heart had nearly leaped out of her throat moments prior. She was then panting heavily, observing the people who had just appeared. Judging by their skills, they are on par with the opposition. They must have been sent by Uncle Chad to secretly protect me.

But even with the addition of Zephyr, they were still outnumbered by the opposition. After a period of stalemate, they gradually began to falter.

Soon, someone came to open Neera’s car door.

But the car door had already been locked from the inside by Neera, preventing anyone outside from opening it. As a result, they began to smash the car window.

Neera’s heart pounded nervously, her hands trembling slightly as she hurriedly moved inward.

Seeing the glass about to shatter, the car was no longer a safe place. She gritted her teeth and had no choice but to exit from the other side.

The other party was waiting for her to get out of the car. Seeing that, they immediately launched an attack on her.