---- Chapter 1948 Victoria's expression suddenly turned feral, like a lioness ready to strike. "Miles, Liliana... Get behind me. Even if I die today, I will make sure you walk away unharmed. Andrew, I give you my word. I won't let anything happen to you here." Seeing the resolve in her eyes, Andrew felt a sudden rush of dread. "Victoria, you don't have to..." She raised a hand, cutting him off. "Foolish boy, there's nothing more to say.

I brought you here today, never expecting betrayal from the one I thought least capable of it. I misjudged him, and for that, I'm sorry. But believe me... These dogs, even together, are nothing to me." A wave of icy killing intent surged from her body, filling the room like a winter storm. Matthias, the so-called number one martial artist in Gabo Creek, frowned and stepped back again. He raised his voice toward the Driscoll side. "Ms. Driscoll, Mr. Burke... be careful.

Victoria's Silent Nine strikes are not to be underestimated." Victoria smirked, her hair lifting slightly as her aura rose higher. " Scarlett, Walter, and the Driscolls' prized lapdog, Bradley Perkings... You're all worthless in my eyes. But before we start, I'm not done speaking." ---- As she spoke, Scarlett and the others instinctively tensed up, not daring to make the first move.

no choice because the cold energy radiating from Victoria was growing stronger, and frost was already forming on the table surface. This was a sign of a martial saint-level powerhouse's massive internal energy bursting forth and affecting the surrounding environment! Victoria was not a martial saint, but she

us?" Victoria said coldly, "You're an ambitious, fickle villain that I'll never trust again. Others might not know about the things you did before becoming a monk, but I know everything. You've been heartless, so don't blame me for returning the favor." Matthias' face darkened. "Victoria, do you really want to burn bridges with me?"

to be." She continued, "She was actually Franklin's naive junior, the one ---- he lured away. This bald fraud was good with words. While stringing me along, he was also toying with her feelings. I told him to prove his devotion by killing

And for years now, she's been coming here, to this 'holy' cathedral, to sneak in a little filth with this fat fraud." The more she spoke, the more the room shifted. Bradley and

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