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 nket, 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 uncontrobleughter,/”Neera, you


    seem soposed. 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.”


    Finnleyughed 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 ovee 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 heartyugh. “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. Nothinges that easy. You need to practice more and make it muscle


    memory. The more you practice, the higher your chances of sess. 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 tough. 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 elerated, 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 sinct and meaningful response, Zephyr focused intently on the road ahead, nning


    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 mmed 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, alling 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 quicklyposed 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 find it much more challenging.


    Moreover, the number of opponents wasrge, making it impossible for him tounch 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?”


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    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 ss about to shatter, the car was no longer a safe ce. 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 immediatelyunched an


    attack on her.