NovelsFreeChapter 253: The tiny peppermints in Marissa's hand seemed charged with energy. They struck the thugs with the precision of tiny bullets. Speppermints hit their eyes, others their noses, chests, and even flew directly into their mouths "Ah!" the thugs screamed, collapsing to the floor in pain. Daryl and Shaun, ready to confront the thugs, halted abruptly, their mouths agape in disbelief at the unfolding scene. They had braced themselves for a risky confrontation, yet here they were, witnessing the thugs being incapacitated by a girl wielding nothing more than candies Not only were Daryl and Shaun taken aback, but the waitresses observing from the sidelines were equally astonished. Employed at the Brando Hotel, they were accustomed to seeing Charles strut around with his thugs and the ensuing brawls. However, they had never seen anything like this They had assumed that Marissa would end up crying and begging for mercy. Instead, she had floored everyone with mere candies, as though straight out of a movie The recent rumors had hinted that she was a fiery-tempered girl with smartial arts prowess. Now, having seen it with their own eyes, they realized she didn't just have a bit of martial arts skill-she was exceptionally powerful. Kyler, who had been smugly planning to take revenge once the thugs had subdued Marissa, stood there utterly dumbfounded gvlnovom opens doors to fiction His anger intensified as he barked at the waitresses, "What are you just standing there for? Go and inform Mr. Acosta! He will cut this little girl into pieces!” The lead waitress hurried away to pass on the message. Meanwhile, Charles was lounging in a room on the top floor of the hotel, eagerly anticipating updates from his men. Right after he had ended the call with the Sanchez family, he had directed Kyler to rough up the Sanchez family members severely upon their arrival, then bring them up to him. By that point, he was confident it wouldn't take much to coerce them into signing the contract. Glancing at his watch, Charles sensed it was about time. He turned to one of his men and inquired, "Have the Sanchez family arrived yet?" At that moment, the head waitress burst into the room, panting. "Mr. Acosta, there's a problem!" Charles' expression grew stormy, the scar on his right cheek looking even more foreboding. "What happened? Calm yourself and explain clearly!" "Y-yes, Mr. Acosta!" The head waitress paused, taking several deep breaths to steady herself before speaking. "Mr. Acosta, the Sanchez family has arrived. They've beaten kyler so badly he was spitting blood, and our other six men are down." "What did you just say?" Charles rose from his chair, his eyes darkening with fury. "How many of them are here?" "Just three-Daryl, his son Shaun, and Tiffany." "Only three of them?" "Yes, just those three." "Nonsense!" In a fit of rage, Charles kicked the head waitress without mercy. "Daryl is merely a painter, Shaun a frail scholar, and Tiffany, she's just a girl. How could just three of them overpower so many of our men?"
The head waitress, wiping tears from her eyes caused by the pain, was no stranger to Charles' violent outbursts. After tumbling to the floor, she swiftly e picked herself up and continued, "It's the truth, Mr. Acosta. Though Daryl and Shaun might be easy to handle, Tiffany is an anomaly. She made Kyler cough up blood and incapacitated six of our men with nothing but peppermints."
Charles' brow furrowed in confusion.
He trusted the head waitress too much to suspect her oflying, yet her report severly absurd. He paused before uttering a curt command. "Bringthe surveillance footage!"
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