Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue
Chapter 1787

Angelina glared at the door with a threatening gleam in her eyes. She raised her arm, pointing hergun at the man who barged into the villa.

Right as she was about to pull the trigger, the intruder swiftly kicked her weapon away. The pain inher hand caused her to sweat over the forehead.

Before she had a chance to breathe, she snatched a fruit knife from the coffee table and aimed it athis chest. The two engaged in a hair-raising battle.

Angelina was trained in Close Quarters Combat, a technique learned by assassins, from a young age.However, she gradually found herself weakening after ten rounds of fighting with the devilishintruder, who was a killing machine.

She narrowly missed a few of his fatal attacks, nearly getting her throat slit.

"Ouch—" Soon, the intruder figured out the flaw in her technique and attacked her accordingly. Hepinned her arm, grabbed the knife from her, and kicked her hard on the back.

Angelina limply collapsed onto the floor after the attack. As if that weren't enough, the intruderstabbed her in the left leg with the knife to render her completely defenseless.

"You are... You're not from the Harper Group. No one from the Harper Group acts in the way youdo!" The excruciating pain made her see stars. Even then, she did not cry and beg for mercy. Grittingher teeth, she trembled in agony.

She questioned, "Who sent you? Who are you working for?"

Remy remained silent in the face of her interrogation. As a professional assassin, he always strove tospeak less and work more.

Although the villa had exceptional soundproofing qualities, Lauren stirred awake after hearing thehuge commotion downstairs. Rubbing her eyes, she slowly sat up in bed, only for silence to return,as though everything that had happened was an illusion.

She put on her jacket, hugged her teddy bear, and slowly made her way to the first floor. "Angie?Angie?"

She inhaled sharply halfway through the stairs because Angelina was nowhere to be found. All shecould see was Remy sitting carelessly on the couch and peeling an apple with the knife.

"Who... Who are you?" Holding her breath, she felt her legs shaking.

Remy looked up coldly and emotionlessly at the pretty young lady. "Are you Ms. Lauren?"

Lauren froze at the question. She did not move or answer him, but her silence was a tacit admission.Remy peeled the apple skin without breaking it. Then, he sliced the apple. Before eating it, he gaveit some thought and asked her, "Want some apple?”

She shook her head with a frantic look in her eyes.

Remy chewed on the apple slice. He explained, "Ms. Lauren, Mr. Harper Senior sent me here to pickyou up."

"Where's Angie?" Staring squarely at him, she quietly unlocked her phone behind her back.

"Ms. Lauren, please do not move." Remy monitored each of her moves without having to look ather. He warned her coldly, "Do not move if you still wish to see Angie alive."