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Chapter 142
Mira asked her Owen, “Does that mean my skills aren’t even good enough to be an ordinary bodyguard p>
“Your martial arts might not be at that level, but when combined with your special tricks, you’re more than capable p>
“Does Miss Mercer have some kind of secret move?” Brayden asked, a bit puzzled.
Owen informed him, “She’s also our master’s disciple in the art of medicine, and a highly gifted one at that p>
“Impressive! In that case, Miss Mercer’s ability to protect herself should be quite high,” Brayden remarked. It seemed she shouldn’t need bodyguards.
“The enemies I’m facing are powerful, and everyone makes mistakes. I hired you two mainly to guard my home and protect my aunt. I’m worried they’ll get desperate and kidnap her to threaten me. Also, for the time being, you’ll have to put up with sleeping in the living room. I haven’t had time to buy a house yet p>
“No problem. We can sleep anywhere. We can adapt to any environment p>
After settling things, Mira left with Owen for her class at the martial arts gym. It was Sunday.
As they were leaving the complex, she saw Julian with several trained men standing guard at the entrance. A silver-gray Bugatti Veyron was parked nearby.
She had made the right choice. Emberline Residences was a high-end community, and it was difficult for outsiders to get in without a resident’s permission.
As the car drove out, Mira rolled down her window and told the security guard, “Those men aren’t good people. Do not let them in under any circumstances. They’re trying to kidnap me p>
“What? Should we call the police p>
“You could, but they’d probably just run off if the police came. It would be better if you just remember their faces. If they show up again, call the police quietly. Tell your captain about this and be extra vigilant for the next few days. Don’t let any strangers into the complex p>
“Mira, what are you talking about p>
Julian had come with his men, intending to forcibly take Mira away. He had planned it all on the way here: once he got into the complex, he could easily find out where she lived. Mira was a public figure, so it should have been simple.
But when they reached the gate, the blasted security guard wouldn’t let them in. He tried everything-pleading, offering cigarettes, and even money-but nothing worked.
“I’m looking for my sister,” he had insisted.
“You still need your sister’s confirmation before you can enter p>
Furthermore, they were in a public area with cameras everywhere. Despite the huge difference in their social status, he couldn’t just force his way in Ethan had warned him repeatedly not to cause trouble.
“Try to persuade Mira to come back. Don’t use force unless you absolutely have to. After all, she’s your sister p>
So, all they could do was wait.
Before long, a Buick emerged from the complex. He didn’t pay it much mind at first, knowing Mira didn’t have a car. But after leaving the gate, the car didn’t drive away.
Instead, the window ronet
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and someone started talking to the guard.
The voice sounded increasingly familiar, and the words grew more and more unpleasant as she occasionally pointed in their direction.
He walked closer and saw that it was, indeed, Mira.
Seeing Julian approach, Mira pointed at him and said to Owen, “Owen, that man is pure evil. He wants to drag me back to drain my blood. Go get him p>
“As you command p>
Owen immediately opened the car door, got out, and sent a flying kick toward Julian.
Caught completely off guard, Julian was knocked to the ground. His men immediately swarmed Owen, and a fight broke out.
Mira recognized the men with Julian; they were from the Mercer Group’s security division and were skilled fighters.
She considered getting out to help, but seeing her Owen thoroughly enjoying the fight, she decided against it.
The security guard started to call the police, but Mira signaled for him to stop. She didn’t want to blow the situation out of proportion; achieving her goal was enough.
Although the men were skilled, Owen was a master among masters.
In less than two minutes, they were all on the ground, bruised and beaten.