Chapter 47
Arya furrowed her brows. ‘Why does he keep bringing this up?‘ she thought to herself.
She decided to change the subject, speaking in a soft, sleepy voice. “Finn, could you go to the closet and get my pajamas for me? I’m tired and want to sleep.” As she spoke, she yawned lazily..
Finn, being in a high position, was expected by Arya to refuse her request. She had even prepared herself to sleep naked tonight. To her surprise, Finn strode over to the closet with long, purposeful steps and asked in his deep, low voice, “Which one?”
“The red plaid set,” she replied.
Finn raised his long, elegant arm, took down the red plaid pajamas, and walked over to the bedside, placing them on her pillow.
Then, in a magnetic, deep voice tinged with a hint of undeniable authority, he said, “Since you don’t want to move in, I’ll come over every night to keep
you company.”
Arya, who had been on the verge of dozing off, was jolted awake.
If he sneaks over to sleep with me every night, what will my parents and Travis think? And we’re always so loud during sex. If my parents hear us, I’ll be utterly mortified,‘ she thought.
With a sigh of resignation, she said, “I’ll move in tomorrow.”
Finn’s lips curled into a slight smile, and a mischievous glint flashed across his handsome face.
Arya, looking into Finn’s attractive face, couldn’t help but swallow hard. ‘He’s already impossibly good–looking when he’s not smiling. I didn’t expect him to be even more stunning when he smiles. I’m about to lose it,‘ she thought.
Suddenly, Arya’s extraordinary hearing picked up the sound of a car engine from downstairs, though it was very faint.
Her keen senses immediately detected that something was off.
Arya, who had just been weak and listless, sat up in bed with renewed energy and quickly changed into her red plaid pajamas within seconds.
Finn, watching her swift, well–coordinated movements as if she had been professionally trained, felt his pupils deepen. “What are you doing?” he asked.
“Someone’s here,” Arya said vigilantly, already rushing to the window.
She saw a black, unlicensed car parked outside the Keller Villa.
The car was unlit and completely hidden in the darkness. Someone with poor eyesight might not even notice its presence.
Suddenly, the car door opened, and two tall, burly men in black quickly got out, carrying two buckets of gasoline from the trunk and heading toward the
back of the villa.
A flash of piercing coldness crossed Arya’s eyes. Without a word, she opened the window and nimbly jumped down from the second floor.
By the time Finn, who had quickly put on his pants, reached the window, Arya had already landed on the ground unscathed.
Finn couldn’t help but frown slightly. It was at least a 10–foot drop to the concrete below.
Unless one had professional training, jumping from such a height would result in serious injuries. Yet, Arya was completely fine.
What else is Arya hiding?‘ he wondered.
Soon, he also noticed the car lurking in the darkness and Arya approaching the two suspicious men in black.
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Chapter 47
Finn’s eyes narrowed, and his expression darkened. In an instant, he leaped down from the building with agility and precision.
The two tall, burly men in black were completely unaware that they had been spotted. They were about to pour the gasoline through the window when someone gently tapped them on the shoulder. A voice, cold as ice, followed. “What are you doing?”
The two men felt a chilling coldness on their backs. They turned around in unison to see a woman standing behind them, dressed in red plaid pajamas and possessing an almost excessively beautiful appearance.
She tilted her head, looking at them with an air of innocence, like a harmless little rabbit.
“Girl, I suggest you leave right now. Otherwise, you won’t know what hit you,” Wilbur, the bald leader of the two men, glared at Arya menacingly, trying to scare her away.
But he never expected that after Arya grinned, she would suddenly swing her fist and smash it into his nose.
Wilbur felt an intense pain in his nose, worse than any collision with a wall he had experienced before. ‘How can she have so much strength?‘ he thought to himself.
“You’re bleeding from the nose,” Arya said innocently, crossing her arms and pointing to the bald man’s nose.
Wilbur raised his hand to check and found that his nose was indeed bleeding. Enraged, he dropped the gas can and rolled up his sleeves, lunging at Arya.
Arya nimbly sidestepped, plucked a silver needle from her pocket with her right hand, and without hesitation, jabbed it into a pressure point on his head.
Wilbur felt a sharp pain in his head and, unable to control himself, collapsed to his knees. He realized he seemed to have been paralyzed by some sort of pressure point strike and couldn’t move.
Kurt, the other man, with a crew cut, only now realized that Arya was a threat. He immediately raised the gas can in his hand and swung it down at Arya with all his might.
Just as Arya was about to teach Kurt a lesson, a powerful leg kicked out from nowhere, sending the gas can flying.
The can smashed into Kurt, and its lid flew off. In an instant, he was drenched in gasoline.
He scrambled to his feet, but as soon as he locked eyes with Finn’s cold, piercing gaze, his face turned pale with fear.
They had come to burn down the Keller Villa today, but they hadn’t expected Finn to be here.
Kurt knew he was in over his head and tried to run, but Finn’s knuckle–defined hand suddenly lit the lighter in his hand, and a deep voice followed. “If you want to die, I don’t mind helping you along.”
Kurt, staring at the flickering flame of the lighter in Finn’s hand, was too terrified to move. ‘If that lighter is thrown at me, instant,’ he thought.
I’ll turn into a fireball in an
Arya glanced at Finn, who was exuding a menacing aura, and realized that in her haste, she had inadvertently revealed her combat skills.
“Who sent you to pour gasoline?” Finn’s pupils narrowed sharply, and he radiated a terrifying, lethal aura.
Kurt’s legs turned to jelly. He fell to his knees with a thud and blurted out, “It was Malcolm.”
Finn’s entire body was suddenly enveloped in a chilling coldness. ‘Malcolm? He really has some nerve,‘ he thought.
Arya’s delicate and pretty face gradually darkened with a cold, murderous intent. Her fists clenched tightly at her sides.
Malcolm, you’ve got some guts to come to my house and pour gasoline. Wait and see,‘ she thought.
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