Chapter 53 My Hands Are Talented Not Just for Piano, But for Punching
“Olivia, I-” Mia started, hope flickering in her chest as Olivia stopped walking.
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But then she saw the group of rough–looking men blocking Olivia’s path, their intentions unmistakably malicious. Mia froze.
“Olivia?”
The leader of the group smirked, his greasy gaze sweeping over Olivia. “Well, well. We were just looking for you, you little brat.”
Olivia glanced at the men, clearly thugs, and remained utterly calm.
Mia, however, was visibly shaken. She instinctively stepped back, stammering, “O–Olivia… they’re thugs!” One of the men sneered. “Thugs? You’ve got a big mouth, little girl. Watch it, or you won’t live to regret it.”
Mia flinched, trembling like a leaf.
Olivia shot her a disdainful look. “Why are you still here? Get lost already.”
“This… this doesn’t seem right. I can’t just leave you alone!” Mia tried to steady her shaking voice, but her legs were about to give out.
Olivia rolled her eyes. “What are you staying here for? Comic relief?”
Mia was speechless. I’m trying to be nice here!
“Scram. Don’t stand around being useless,” Olivia added impatiently. Though she wasn’t fond of Mia, she wasn’t about to let her get caught up in this mess.
“Yeah, you brat, beat it. We’re here for her, not you,” one of the thugs barked.
Mia hesitated for a moment, then steeled herself. “Olivia, wait for me. I’ll get help!”
She turned and ran, though not without stealing glances back, worry etched on her face.
“Help? You think anyone’s coming in time?” The leader scoffed. “We’ll be long gone before anyone shows
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Olivia remained unfazed as the thug’s gaze roved over her. His smirk deepened.
“This girl doesn’t look like much, but that figure… And those hands–long and slender. Bet they’re good at playing piano,” he sneered.
Olivia raised an eyebrow and replied nonchalantly, “Not just piano. My hands are also very talented at punching.”
Her remark sent the group of men into fits of laughter.
“Listen to this one! A little twig like you, punching? Come on, sweetheart. Don’t make this harder than it has to be. We’re here to break your hands. Be a good girl and hold them out, and maybe we’ll go easy on
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Chapter 53 My Hands Are Talented Not Just for Plan But for Punching
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Olivia sighed, her patience waning. “You sure talk a lot. If you’re going to fight, then hurry up already. I don’t have all day.”
The thugs were momentarily stunned by her boldness.
“Of all the cocky brats I’ve seen, you take the cake!” The leader barked out a curse and gestured for his men to move in.
But just as they were about to lunge, à figure darted in front of Olivia.
“You okay?” Benjamin asked, his tone calm but his gaze deadly as he positioned himself protectively between Olivia and the thugs.
His sudden appearance shocked the group of men.
Olivia, however, raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “What are you doing here?”
Benjamin ignored her question, his cold eyes fixed on the thugs.
“Leave now, or you’ll regret it,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.
The leader snorted, stepping forward. “And who the hell are you? Think you can scare us off?”
Benjamin didn’t respond. Instead, he rolled his shoulders, his knuckles cracking ominously. The thugs exchanged uneasy glances.
Olivia crossed her arms, watching the scene unfold with mild interest. Well, this should be entertaining.
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