Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 1793

The person who came was Loward, the most self-righteous person in the Doyle family.

Although he was cunning, the Doyles never appreciated him for his arrogant nature.

Raeleigh had seen Loward's photo and records, so she knew this man like the back of her hand. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

So she knew her fate would be bleak this time.

Loward brought many men with him, and he was an excellent fighter himself while she only had the Lee brothers with her. If Rossie's plan failed, this would be the end of the trio.

"So you're Raeleigh Anson?" Loward had always been arrogant and conceited. But Raeleigh knew he would never learn from his mistakes. The what-doesn't-kill-you-makes-you-stronger type.

Naturally, a man like Loward wouldn't earn the respect of others. However, Raeleigh couldn't charge at him right then; he had something she needed.

Raeleigh took out the button Crevor was holding when he was dying and showed it to Loward. "Do you recognize this?"

Loward didn't even furrow as he approached

Raeleigh, sizing her as he walked. "No wonder Crevor was so into you. I would be, too, if I were him. You sure are alluring."

"Jepherson's soul will forever remain in the government office. Elizen is quite unforgiving toward his enemies; you'll be seeing his corpse soon. If you want, I don't mind keeping you by my side. I'll protect you from harm's way."

"Answer my question." Raeleigh showed the crystal button in her hand to Loward again. Loward said, "It's mine. What about it?"

"Good to know."

"Is that so?" Loward stopped a few feet away from Raeleigh.

Raeleigh said, "I still owe Crevor an explanation. And now that I know you're the murderer, I'll send you to him. It's up to him what your fate is."

"Naha." Amused, Loward asked, "And how do you plan to do that? Do you think you can beat me?"

"You doubt my ability?"

"Yeah, I do." And there went Loward's arrogance; he wouldn't even take Geraldine seriously, let alone anyone else.

"One-on-one. If I win, you let us go, and you work for me. If you win, I'm yours." Fehmen and Jaird were surprised by Raeleigh's challenge, especially Jaird. But neither of them spoke their minds at that time as they were in no position to do so but only to follow orders right then.

However, it didn't stop them from turning their gaze over to her.

Raeleigh looked at Jaird and said, "If I lose, run immediately. We can't all die here."

Jaird didn't give her an answer immediately. Although he was the younger one among the two, Raeleigh could tell Jaird was the one to call the shots.

Smirking, Jarid said, "You will win."

Raeleigh said nothing but wore an amiable smile on her face.

But turning back to Loward, her expression showed nothing but coldness and the intent to kill.

"Choose your weapon," Raeleigh said. Loward, however, found it amusing and laughed before asking his men without care. "Anybody brought a weapon?"

Someone brought a dagger. Loward signaled him to come, and the man presented it to him.

Loward removed the dagger from its sheath and took a good look at it before asking Raeleigh, "What about you?"

Raeleigh put her right hand behind her and took out a butterfly knife. "This. It's a gift from my brother." "Your brother?"

"Yes."

"Brother? Do you mean lover?" Loward mocked Raeleigh, but she didn't care at all, saying, "How do I know you're not lying?"

"You women sure are troublesome. Always dawdling."

"Ask your men to put their guns and weapons in a pile. If I lose, you can come for me; if I win, you will meet your maker before me and let us walk away."

Loward snorted, not caring about their deal for even a second. Raeleigh was gravely outnumbered; she wouldn't be able to escape even if his men didn't have their weapons.

"Throw all your weapons aside," Loward ordered, and his men did as told. Meanwhile, Raeleigh glanced at Jaird, who took the hint.

Their fates were in her hands now.

"You two step back," Raeleigh ordered.

The brothers obliged. With a flick of her wrist, the blade showed. As Raeleigh's hands were small, the knife fitted nice and snug in it, looking like an extension of her arm.

"Why do you want to make your life so hard? You might as well come and suck my d*ck, and I'll promise to show you a good time."

Smirking, Raeleigh said, "Say that when you've defeated me."

Loward guffawed. "Well said."

After a pause, Loward said, "Since you're so anxious, I'll grant your wish. When you become my woman, you will know the true meaning of pleasure."

Loward charged at her with a swift, assertive motion. Raeleigh could already feel his desire to win before he was even close and gasped involuntarily. Fortunately, she was ready.

Loward went straight for her stomach. Raeleigh frowned, knowing he was aiming for a fatal jab. It seemed that he wasn't all that dumb. All that blabbering was to have her let her guard down.

Raeleigh shifted her body and dodged his attack, her body as light as air and her movements agile.

Jaird and Fehmen were prepared to pounce on Loward at any moment's notice, but Raeleigh's agility caught them by surprise, reminding them of a peregrine falcon catching its prey.

Raeleigh was still dodging, but her movements were not as fast as she had imagined.

Even Loward had realized Raeleigh had some training.

"I didn't expect you to know a thing or two." Loward slashed away, but Raeleigh managed to dodge him again.

Raeleigh said nothing, preserving her strength. She had trained to dodge bullets for two whole years, learning from Austin. If she could do that, how difficult would it be to dodge a living person like Loward?

Raeleigh distanced herself after a few dodges and started flipping her butterfly knife. Sensing the change, Loward stopped attacking. Jaird furrowed his brow slightly. He had seen people using this kind of butterfly knife to deal with larger and stronger opponents; it was suited for fast fighters like Raeleigh.

He didn't take notice at first as he thought Raeleigh was deliberately confusing her opponent.

But not anymore, believing she was no ordinary woman.

"What the..." Loward looked away, tricking her into following his line of sight, but Raeleigh didn't fall for it. Just as she bent, she flung her butterfly knife right at him. The unexpected move stumped Loward; he never once thought she would do that.

By the time he realized it, it was already too late. As it was already dark, Loward's men couldn't see the fight clearly, only that something was flying out of Raeleigh's hand toward Loward.