Goodbye, My Love

She continued, feigning composure, “I’m a reasonable woman. Apologize to my daughter and sever ties with the orphanage. Then the Cooper family will leave you alone. We could even become friends…”

With that, Zaria cast a flirtatious glance at Marco, making no attempt to hide her intention to charm him.

Her efforts, however, only succeeded in eliciting disgust from Marco.

His Lips twisted into a sneer as he responded, “You think too highly of yourself. Do you really believe you’re worthy of my friendship? In this tiny village, you and your family strut around like petty tyrants. But to me, the Cooper family is merely a collection of small-minded, grasping fools. Frankly, this conversation is beneath me.”

Marco stared at the group of bodyguards with an indifferent glance. His posture signaled his impatience with them.

Zaria’s face turned livid, her fury boiling over as she snapped,

“Enough! Anyone connected to that orphanage is shameless. Since you insist on this arrogance, don’t blame me for what comes next!”

Although Zaria had been privy to countless tales of Marco’s prowess and obstinate nature, she had never personally witnessed his abilities.

Additionally, she considered the possibility that her bodyguards were simply unwilling to exert their full force. To her eyes, this “pretty boy” did not seem capable of putting up a fight.

With this thought in mind, Zaria let out a disdainful snort and declared, “I’LL give you one Last piece of advice. You have the chance to back down now. In the orphanage, you’re surrounded by mere children.

You have no allies here. My men can easily crush you as though you were nothing more than an ant.”

Marco’s response was a light chuckle, his tone casual and unfazed. “Go ahead, try if you like. Bring as many as you want; I’m not concerned.

This group of… trash.”

The bodyguards bristled at his words, expressions twisting into anger.

Zaria, inflamed by fury, shouted, “Beat him to death!”

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Emboldened by Zaria’s encouragement and their own wounded pride, the bodyguards held nothing back. They roared as they charged at Marco, each one intent on harming or even killing him.

Their tactics were wild and uncoordinated, akin to street thugs in a brawl. Marco, though surrounded, remained calm. He moved with grace, effortlessly disabling one opponent after another. His limbs struck with deadly accuracy and efficiency, felling his would-be attackers with ease.

As she watched the scene unfold, Zaria’s hands clenched into fists, her anxiety mounting. She waved at her remaining bodyguards, urging them on, “What are you all standing around for? Attack him together!”

A sudden cold, commanding voice rang out from behind, “What are you doing? Stop it right now!”

Zaria spun around, only to find a young woman standing behind Marco.

Her pupils constricted, her face paled, and her phone slipped from her grasp to the ground.

“It’s… it’s you?”

Loraine looked at her quizzically, recognizing her as Judie’s mother.