Chapter 132 Lucy Beats Owen To A Pulp
The flames writhed and roared in the night, consuming blood soaked clothes and gloves until nothing remained but ash The flickering firelight illuminated her face, chiseling out an image of cold perfection–beautiful yet unsettling.
Her delicate features were matched by eyes as deep and unknowable as a frozen abyss, exuding an air of detachment and cold indifference
Beneath her sharp, elegant nose were lips so thin and frosty that they seemed to carry the chill of winter, exuding an unapproachable aura. She resembled a sculpture, flawlessly crafted, yet distant and untouchable.
Wrapped in black, her tall, slender figure moved with a lethal elegance. Every subtle motion revealed the faint ripple of muscle beneath the fabric, a striking contrast to her delicate beauty. She looked both fragile and formidable, a force of nature cloaked in human form
Lucy stared at the pile of ashes, and her anger finally abbed away. The reason she had suddenly lashed out at Owen traced back to an incident an hour earlier.
It was Friday, and with the weekend ahead, Hazel had been focused on caring for Camila lately. By her reckoning, it had been almost a month since she last saw her beloved daughter.
So. Hazel called Lucy, and the two decided to meet at a seafood stew restaurant. As Lucy put fresh seafood into the simmering broth, she asked about Camila’s recent situation with concern. What weighed on her mind the most was whether Camila was doing okay
Hazel’s face softened with a warm smile as she shared how Glovani, Lindsey, and Keira took great care of Camila Hearing this, Lucy finally felt a wave of relief wash over her, as if a heavy weight had been lifted from her chest.
But when Hazel started talking about the findings from Sean’s investigation, the calm in Lucy’s eyes was instantly replaced by a fiery rage. Her grip on the fork tightened, her knuckles turning white as she fought the urge to bend it.
Lucy had made a vow–anyone who dared to hurt Camila would never escape her wrath
Just as her anger reached its peak with no outlet in sight, her gaze drifted through the restaurant’s bright glass windows. There, she spotted Owen, who was slowly wheeling himself past the storefront.
In that instant, it felt like the world stopped. Lucy’s eyes locked onto Owen’s familiar figure, and one thought consumed her mind. This man must pay dearly for what he’s done, she thought
Lucy forced down her anger, keeping her expression calm as she turned to Hazel and said. “Mom, my professor just texted me about something urgent. I need to head back to school. You should go home and rest. I’ll stay on campus tonight.” Hazel gave a few reminders before watching Lucy out the door.
Lucy stepped out of the seafood stew restaurant and quietly followed Owen. On a deserted stretch of street, she swiftly pulled out a sack she had prepared.
Without hesitation, she threw it over Owen’s head. What followed was a harsh beating, as if she were unleashing all her pent–up rage.
Owen struggled desperately inside the sack, his screams echoing through the empty street, but Lucy showed no signs of stopping. She dragged his defenseless body into a nearby, dimly lit alley.
Grabbing a rock from the ground, she smashed it down on Owen’s leg repeatedly. His legs quickly became a mangled mess of blood and broken bones. Collapsing to the ground, barely conscious, Owen could only gasp weakly. Only then did Lucy finally stop.
By the time it was over, it was nearly ten at night. Lucy stood beneath the streetlamp in the alley, its dim yellow light casting a long shadow of her across the pavement.
She pulled out her phone, ready to call a cab, when suddenly, a pair of blinding headlights lit her up without warning Instinctively, she squinted and raised her hand to shield her eyes.
Moments later, a sleek Porsche with a flashy design came to a smooth stop right in front of her. The car door opened, and a man in his twenties stepped out
The guy was undeniably handsome, but there was a roguish charm in his demeanor. With a grin that seemed both playful and ingratiating, he said, “Lucy, waiting for a ride? Heading home or back to school? Let me give you a lift.”
Lucy focused on him and immediately recogni Successfully unlocked! Walker, the same man who had forced her to
drink with him the first time she met Turner.
That night, he was completely wasted, reeking of alcohol and rambling about being dumped by his girlfriend. He had come to the bar to drown his sorrows, but after a few too many drinks, he started acting out
He insisted she drink with him, and when she refused, he splashed a glass of red wine on her.
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His friends, emboldened by his behavior, joined in the chaos. When she still wouldn’t comply, they started getting physical Lucy prepared to smash a wine bottle over their heads when Turner appeared unexpectedly
Noticing Turner’s polished appearance and his obvious intent to play the hero, Lucy quickly adapted. She feigned vulnerability, putting on the act of a helpless girl in distress.
This clever move led to Turner escorting her back to school, which later gave her the opportunity to return his umbrella and subtly outmaneuver him.
She had thought her encounters with Daniel would end there, but fate had other plans. Even stepping out of the school gates seemed to lead her straight to him
While Daniel might not remember her from that drunken night, his friends certainly did–they recognized her the moment they saw her.
They thought they could save face after failing to force her to drink last time. So, in the middle of the mall, they grabbed her and dragged her into the men’s restroom, determined to teach her a lesson she wouldn’t forget.
However, Lucy wasn’t one to back down. With a butterfly knife in hand, she struck without hesitation. Then, she shoved their heads into the toilet, forcing them to gulp down filthy water.
She grabbed a mop and beat them up, leaving their faces bruised and swollen as they cried out in agony.
After delivering her “Tesson, Lucy clapped the dust off her hands, turned on her heel, and walked away with a swagger. leaving behind a group of battered men groaning in misery on the restroom floor.
But the next day, these men somehow managed to dig up her school and name. They threatened her, saying that if she didn’t show up at the bar to drink with them, they’d make sure she couldn’t survive in Sancho.
So their third encounter happened at the bar. Inside a private room, the table was covered with expensive bottles of alcohol Daniel and his crew smirked as they pointed at the bottles and said, “Finish all fifty of these, and we’ll call it even for everything that happened before.”
They thought Lucy would be scared and that she’d cave under pressure. But they had no idea who they were dealing with. Lucy wasn’t the type to bow to threats. The second they tried to intimidate her she was already prepared to go all out. She would never drink with them.
Before they could even react, Lucy grabbed a bottle and smashed it over their heads, sending shards of glass and blood flying everywhere. Then, she pulled out her butterfly knife and forced them to drink every last drop of the remaining alcohol. “Listen up! I’m scared, and I won’t forgive. If I can beat you today, I can kill you tomorrow. Go ahead. Call the cops. But you better be ready for the day I get out of jail because I’ll come for your entire family.”
What Lucy didn’t realize was that these men were heirs to Sancho’s wealthiest families, accustomed to throwing their weight around and bullying others. This was the first time they’d ever been humiliated–and by a woman.
Rich kids fear nothing but death, but for Lucy, death was the least of her fears. After being beaten twice and threatened with their lives, these pampered heirs were quickly silenced.
Strangely, they seemed to develop a twisted kind of admiration for Lucy. Despite their fear, they couldn’t help but be awed by her wild, fearless nature. In private, they found themselves respecting her, albeit with terror and reluctance
Now, Lucy stared at Daniel, her expression calm and composed. She pulled out a butterfly knife, twirling it effortlessly between her slender fingers. Her voice was icy as she asked, “Looking for trouble or courting death?”
Daniel’s body stiffened at that. Truth be told, his feelings for Lucy were a chaotic mix of admiration and frustration. He was captivated by her frosty, stunning face, but he couldn’t stand her fiery temper that always led to violence.
Watching her fight was undeniably mesmerizing, but it was also something he couldn’t handle,
A woman as bold and unique as Lucy was a first for Daniel. Compared to the women who only knew how to flatter him, she was leagues ahead. The thought of winning her over was thrilling, a challenge he couldn’t resist
He forced a nervous smile and said, “Lucy, stop joking, I just saw you standing here alone and thought I’d offer you a ride out of kindness.”
“Is that so?” The butterfly knife flicked through her fingers faster, its blade flashing in the light with a cold glean Daniel’s scalp tingled at the sight of the knife, and a cold sweat ran down his back. “Y–Yeah, that’s right,” he stammered Lucy smirked faintly, her tone mocking “What’s wrong? Not planning to ask me to drink with you anymore?”
Daniel swallowed, his throat dry. He didn’t dare to. He had witnessed her ruthlessness firsthand and knew better than to push her. He still had a comfortable life to live and wasn’t about to court death.
Lucy noticed his cautious and terrified expression, and her lips curled into a subtle, cold smile. Slowly, she retracted the butterfly knife, her movements deliberate.
naniel let out a small sigh of relief when she put the knife away. “Lucy, where are you headed? I can take you there,” he
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offered quickly.
Lucy raised an eyebrow, her sharp gaze sweeping over his face as if dissecting his intentions and searching for any trace of
decert
After a moment, she said in a detached tone, “Fine Take me back to school.”
Daniel humed to open the car door for her, his movements almost clumsy in his haste. Just as Lucy was about to step inside, a black Maybach screeched to a halt in front of them
The car door slammed open, and a man stormed out with sharp, purposeful strides. In an instant, he pulled Lucy behind him. Without hesitation, his fist connected squarely with Daniel’s face.
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