Chapter 1889


    The two guys behind her were staring at Estelle like she was their next meal, a sneer ying on their


    lips, their intentions clear as day. Without even trying to hide their movements, one of them reached for


    Estelle''s neck. "Hey, gorgeous, how about you forget the fare and hang with us for a bit, huh?"


    Estelle''s voice was ice. "Take your hand off me. Now."


    The guy just smirked, that dark look in his eyes growing even more sinister as he pulled out a syringe,


    quick as a snake striking. But just as the needle grazed Estelle''s skin, she spun around, her hand


    snapping up to grab his wrist and twist. There was a sickening snap, and the guy''s howl cut through the


    air as Estelle threw him out of the cab like yesterday''s trash.


    He hit the pavement hard, rolling along the asphalt, his screams trailing behind him.


    The other two guys inside the cab paled, their previous bravado gone. The driver mmed on the


    brakes, leaving thick skid marks on the road. Before the car had evene to a full stop, they lunged


    at Estelle.


    She was on her feet in a heartbeat, one hand pressing against the door for leverage, her foot


    connecting squarely with the driver''s chest, sending him flipping out of the cab. Her movements fluid, a


    sweeping kicknded on the other guy''s face, sending him sprawling out of the vehicle too.


    The driver, now knowing he had picked a fight with the wrong woman, rubbed his aching chest and


    pulled out a switchde, his face set in grim determination as he lunged at Estelle again.


    She jumped out of the cab, caught his arm, twisted her wrist, and with a swift motion, the de was


    now aimed downward, plunging toward his groin. Blood spurted, and the man''s face twisted in shock


    and agony before he passed out on the road.


    The third guy, a burly man, just stood there staring at Estelle in disbelief, his own knife ttering to the


    ground as he turned tail and ran.


    Estelle didn''t bother chasing him. She tossed her leather jacket onto the passenger seat, picked up the


    dropped syringe, and smirked to herself without making a sound.


    Taking the driver''s seat, she floored the gas pedal and sped off into the night.


    The first thug and the one who had fled looked on in stunned silence. Hadn''t they been the ones trying


    to pull off a heist?


    Fuming, the remaining guy whipped out his phone and dialed furiously. "We just got tricked by some


    chick, she took the damn car. Stop her, take her down." He was practically spitting with rage.


    The road was empty as Estelle pushed the car to 200 mph, the wind whipping through her hair with a


    hiss.


    Driving one-handed, she cranked up the music, letting the heavy metal rock st through the


    speakers. With sunsses perched on her nose, her expression was unreadable. At this moment, she


    was the epitome of the cool, detached Ste.


    A hundred miles down the road, now within the territory of Citadel, the car''s tires suddenly blew out,


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    punctured by a spike stripid across the pavement.


    Unfazed, Estelle kept the steering wheel steady, decelerated smoothly, and continued driving at a


    controlled pace.


    About ten miles further on, two cars blocked the road, their upants—muscle-bound men with tattoos


    covering their arms and chests—sat waiting.


    Estelle narrowed her eyes and gripped the wheel. At about a hundred meters out, she gunned the


    engine and barreled toward the blockade.


    The men''s faces registered shock and panic. He thought, "Was this woman crazy?"


    The heavy SUV roared closer, too fast for anyone to escape.


    A thunderous crash echoed as the vehicles collided, throwing three men from the blockade. Estelle


    quickly unbuckled, pushed off with one arm, andnded a kick on the first man to approach.


    Using his body as a springboard, she leapt up, grabbed another by the hair, and plunged the syringe


    she had kept into his eye with ruthless precision.


    Screaming, he fell from the car, writhing in agony on the ground.


    Estelle jumped down from the roof of the SUV, her body moving with lethal grace as she dodged a


    punch and drew a dagger. Its de glinted coldly as she shed, and the man clutched his bleeding


    wrist, howling in pain.


    The remaining men roared and charged at Estelle in a blind fury, intent on tearing apart the woman


    who had be their most hated and dreaded adversary.