Chapter 14
Author: Mel Hope
last update2025-05-26 16:51:01

He couldn't wait to wipe that smirk off Antonio’s face.

But just as his fist was about to make contact, Antonio moved swiftly!

Before the bodyguards could even react, Antonio had already caught Alder’s wrist mid-air and twisted it sharply behind his back.

Alder barely had time to process the pain before Antonio’s other hand locked his remaining arm, wrenching it behind him as well.

In an instant, both of Alder’s arms were pinned in an iron grip.

Alder struggled violently, trying to break free, but it was impossible.

Antonio’s hold was unshakable—as if his strength was carved from stone.

Alder gasped, feeling the crushing force tightening around his joints.

He clenched his teeth. This… This wasn’t right.

Antonio was supposed to be weak. A nobody!

Yet, here he was, effortlessly restraining him like he was nothing.

Alder couldn't believe it.

How? How had he been overpowered so easily?

Antonio had taken him down in an instant. No struggle. No effort! It was infuriating. Humi
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