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Chapter 304 Why Is He Here

Did they truly mention... the Ghost Sect?

That name carried an ominous weight, casting shadows upon her thoughts. Initially dismissed as hyperbole by the caregiver lady, it now loomed ominously real.

The man's movements were swift as lightning. Before Milly could fully grasp the peril, his fist surged towards her with lethal intent. Swiftly, she sidestepped, narrowly evading the blow. The force was palpable; the wind of its passage grazed her cheek with savage urgency. Her reflexes, keenly honed, spared her from a dire fate.

Her adversary, taken aback by her agility, narrowed his eyes. "I didn't anticipate such skill."This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Milly smirked, her resolve unshaken. "You haven't seen anything yet."

Launching a counterattack, she aimed for his flank. Though lacking in brute strength, her nimbleness and speed granted her dominance, leaving him scant opportunity to recover. Their struggle remained balanced, a contest of wills and wiles.

Yet Milly sensed a shift. The earlier loss of blood had sapped her strength; despite her body's resilience, the exertion exacted its toll. Energy waned, reflexes dulled.

Injured hand and limited mobility compromised, she found herself at a disadvantage. Her adversary, relentless and tireless, pressed on.

No, I can't keep this up too long. I need to end this quickly, Milly surmised Aware of her dwindling stamina, her adversary taunted, "Thought you were tough? You're nothing."

"Once, I refrained from striking a woman," he declared, his assaults intensifying. "But you've brought this upon yourself."

Undeterred by fear, Milly embraced the thrill of combat. "Bring it on."

"Damn you!"

As his fury surged, so did his strikes, each more forceful than the last. Yet, on the brink of delivering a -decisive blow, the door behind him creaked open with a suddenness that startled him. "Hey!"

Someone had barged in, but the combatants were deep in battle to take notice. However, a sharp roar shouted, "Hey, hey, Jett, stop!"

That shout distracted Milly's adversary. This was a chance she wouldn't let go. With a roundhouse kick, she delivered a sharp blow to his chest, and something cracked.

Jett tumbled to the ground, holding his chest tightly as he hacked. "Goddammit, Danny... Are you are

you mad?

The abrupt disruption came from none other than Danny himself.

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manner tinged with concern, "Ms. Milly, are you unscathed?"

Drawing a composed breath, Milly affirmed, "I'm unharmed."

Danny persisted with worry etched upon his countenance, "You're certain? I heard a sound akin to bone snapping just now. If you're injured, it would be prudent to seek medical evaluation."

Milly gestured towards Jett, sprawled on the floor, "It's not myself. His ribs may be fractured."

Danny and Jett evidently shared a degree of familiarity, though not intimacy. The notion of injuring an acquaintance in their presence seemed discordant, particularly given their underworld associations. How did Danny come to be associated with them?

Just as Milly contemplated an explanation, she noticed Danny exhaling profoundly, a gesture akin to one who had narrowly averted catastrophe. "Phew, what a relief"

Jeut, suffering visibly, regarded Danny with puzzlement.

That confused Milly. They know each other? Wait, are they enemies?

Equally bewildered, Milly couldn't help but inquire, "Mr. Jarvis, your companion... seems injured..."

Danny responded nonchalantly, nodding before flashing a conciliatory smile towards her, "Oh, he'll manage. He's not on death's door anytime soon."

Milly asked, "Oh?"

Jett, amidst discomfort, glared at Danny with intensity, his desire to rebuke apparent. "You treacherous b*stard, how dare you! How dare you forsake loyalty for desire! Mark my words, I shall inform the Master, let the Master..."

Danny swiftly silenced him, his hand firmly over Jett's mouth, whispering with vehemence, 'Shut it! You should be thanking me for saving your hide! If any harm befell her, you'd be facing far worse!" Jett's expression turned to confusion.

Seeing his perplexity, Danny's

frustration was palpable, his teeth clenched in exasperation. "If you don't get it, keep quiet. Just know I'm doing you a favour!"

Once Jett subsided, Danny adopted a genial facade, straightening himself as he addressed Milly with a grim "What a coincidence, you find yourself here for treatment. Small world, isn't it? This here is my mate, bit slow upstairs due to a donkey's kick in his youth. Don't mind him."

Jett looked bamboozled.

In her encounters with Danny, Milly discerned his meticulous nature and competence; if he asserted. something, it invariably bore truth. Observing Jett, she couldn't help but pity him, for a man of such evident talent to reveal himself as simple-minded was indeed regrettable.

What a pity it was to witness his

carlier outburst, behaving as if he

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were the sole inhabitant of the world. Even within the criminal fraternity, such reckless conduct in broad daylight was seldom encountered.

In retrospect, the pieces of the puzzle aligned neatly. Yet, amidst this clarity, a query lingered.

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Mr. Jarvis, weren't you meant to accompany George on his overseas "journey?" Milly's tone carried an unwitting hint of anticipation.

Danny's affable demeanour momentarily stiffened, his ingratiating smile freezing upon his lips. "Um... Mr. Tate, he....

"Mr. Tate remains engaged with crucial clients abroad. As you know, business ventures demand extensive client engagement. Have no fear, he shall return in due course.

Milly furrowed her brow. The duration of his absence seemed unexpectedly protracted.

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