Nina’s eyes went ice-cold in an instant.
This time, she was done holding back.
She twisted at the waist, borrowed Stella’s force, and sent all that shove right back at her.
“Ah—!”
Stella, who had just been about to duck into the car, suddenly lost her balance and hit the ground with a hard thud.
The parking lot had only been built recently.
The ground still wasn’t level, just a dirt surface covered with loose gravel.
Those sharp little stones dug straight into Stella’s palms and backside.
The pain hit so hard her eyes watered instantly, and she let out a piercing shriek.
Leopold and several guards rushed over and hauled her up.
“Oh, no, miss, your palm’s cut open.
Quick, quick, bring the first-aid kit!”
Stella had been pampered her whole life.
When had she ever suffered like this?
She was on the verge of losing it.
What made it worse was that Nina was still leaning against the car door, watching with a blank, detached face.
Stella nearly exploded from rage.
“You bitch, I’ll kill you!”
“You!
And you too!
Get over here and beat her!
Beat her half to death!”
The spoiled young miss smacked away the cotton swab someone handed her and pointed at the surrounding guards, ordering them to deal with Nina.
Leopold charged first.
Nina had not only beaten his wife, she had gotten her fired too.
If he didn’t take this woman down today, his name wasn’t Leopold.
He spread both hands into claw shapes and lunged straight for Nina’s chest—
“Stop!”
Roland’s furious shout tore across the parking lot.
But a self-important squad leader from the presidential guard team?
There was no way he was listening to the vice president.
If anything, Leopold got even more hyped.
He threw himself forward even harder.
In that split second, two dark streaks shot out and punched straight through both of his hands.
Before anyone could even process what had happened, Leopold’s scream had already ripped through the whole parking lot.
“My hands!
My hands—!”
Only then did everyone see it clearly.
They had gone in through the backs of his hands and come straight out through his palms.
Blood slid down the metal drop by drop, splashing onto the gravel below and blooming into little red flowers.
Nina still looked lazy as ever, leaning against the car door like she had all the time in the world.
A few loose strands of hair drifted in the wind, soft and light, as if the woman who had just yanked out a hairpin and stabbed it clean through Leopold’s palm wasn’t her at all.
Stella was completely dumbfounded.
“What?
No…
no way.
How is that even possible?”
In her mind, Nina had always been a total pushover, the kind of person even the Blackwell family’s pet dogs dared bark at.
How could she possibly beat Leopold?
“What are you all standing there for?
Move!
Get her!
Kill her!” Stella screamed at the guards beside her, her voice sharp with panic.
Leopold endured the pain and shouted too, “She’s hiding a weapon and trying to attack the President!
Draw your guns now and shoot her on the spot!”
What a ridiculous accusation.
Straight-up insane.
The guards all knew Nina was being framed, every single one of them.
But after hesitating for barely two seconds, they still reached for the guns at their waists.
Too bad.
They were already too slow.
Nina didn’t even wait for them to pull their weapons.
She shot forward like lightning, closing the distance in a blink, and snapped their arms out of place before they could react.
Then she kicked them flying one by one and, at the same time, neatly took their guns.
In the space of a breath, the four guards were sprawled all over the ground, twisted in a mess, not one of them able to get back up.
Nina held one of the seized guns in her hand, the barrel pressed dead center against Leopold’s forehead.
Leopold and Stella went white with fear.
Even Roland, who was being held back hard by the driver not far away, was so shocked he rubbed his eyes several times.
“Oh my God.
Princess, just how many tricks are you hiding that I still haven’t seen?”
Roland was just about to clap for her when a tall figure suddenly swept past him and strode straight up to Nina.
“That’s enough.” Ethan frowned deeply, his eyes filled with anger as he stared at Nina.
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And where had that foreign man with the unknown background gone?
Why had Roland spoken up for her?
Since when were those two on the same side?
Didn’t she owe him an explanation?
“Wow, Mr.
President sure knows how to make an entrance,” Nina said, and the sarcasm in her voice was impossible to miss.
When she was the one getting bullied just now, he acted like nothing was happening.
But the second she fought back and took control, here he came, jumping out to stop her.
She still didn’t stop.
She lifted her leg and kicked Leopold straight in the shin, forcing him down onto his knees with a thud.
The muzzle stayed jammed against his forehead.
“Apologize.
Now.
Go say sorry to every single person you’ve ever bullied.
One by one.”
Leopold’s mind was total mush.
Survival instinct kicked in hard, and he started blurting out apologies like a machine gun.
“I’m sorry, Ms.
Harlow.
I’m sorry, Ms.
Harper.
I’m sorry…”
As one familiar name after another spilled out of his mouth, Ethan finally understood just how much dirty crap this bastard had been doing behind everyone’s backs.
“Ethan!” Stella finally snapped out of it.
Crying her eyes out, she threw herself into Ethan’s arms.
“That bitch shoved me just now.
Look, my palm’s scraped open, it’s bleeding—”
“Wasn’t it you who went after her first?” Ethan cut her off coldly, his voice sharp as ice, his gaze carrying a chill that made the air feel heavier.
Stella’s heart dropped.
The grievance in her chest surged up all at once.
What the hell had gotten into her brother lately?
Why was he protecting that bitch Nina again and again?