The Rise Of The Unwanted Girl (Athena) novel Chapter 415

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Michael could hardly believe it–a slip of a girl had outmatched him. She looked so young, yet her combat skills were undeniably formidable. She had blocked his path to Athena time and again, raising a single, unsettling possibility: she might be Athena’s shadow guard.

What Michael couldn’t wrap his head around was this: when Athena had crossed paths with someone so skilled in combat, and how a woman like her had become entangled with figures from the martial world.

Michael disliked how distant Athena had grown–she hadn’t always been this guarded with him. Still, he knew he was no match for the girl. Trying to force his way in would only make him look foolish.

Though still hesitant, Michael softened his tone and said to Jessa, “I mean no harm. I wish to see Lady Athena. Please announce my visit–if she knows it’s me, she’ll be sure to see me.”

Michael remained confident. Even if Athena no longer cared for him, after all their years together, she wouldn’t have the heart to turn him away. He had come to see her today.

Jessa reacted as if she had just heard the most absurd joke. She cupped her round cheeks with both hands and asked mockingly, “Do you think I’m that shameless?”

Michael was left speechless. Before he could fully comprehend the situation, Jessa’s voice echoed again, taunting him: “Even someone as shameless as I am wouldn’t sink that low. Do you have even thicker skin than I do?”

Humiliation. Utter and absolute humiliation. That wasn’t merely striking at Michael’s most sensitive nerve–it was akin to spitting directly in his face.

A mere servant daring to humiliate a marquis like him was an insult Michael could never accept. Furious, he bellowed, “How dare you!” before drawing his sword in one swift motion and thrusting it straight toward Jessa’s face.

Jessa seemed to anticipate his sudden attack–she was prepared for it. With a mocking grin, she nimbly leaped back and taunted, “Shame on you! You can’t win with words, so now you resort to using your fists?”

Michael was furious, relentlessly pursuing Jessa. Just as he was about to grab her, a whip suddenly lashed toward his face.

Michael quickly dodged, but he was still a step too slow. While the whip missed his face, it struck his shoulder. The whip cracked fiercely through the air, leaving a bloody welt behind. The impact was so powerful that it even tore through his clothes.

“You-” Michael choked back his rage. As he prepared to chase after her, a bitter taste surged in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

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