Chapter 437 Aren't You Afraid I'll Kill You?
Blake went back to his room, while Lucia stormed out of the house. Only Dora remained in the living room. Looking up and staring at Blake's room on the second floor, Dora furrowed her brows.
She wondered if it was just her imagination, but when Lucia mentioned Evelyn's name earlier, she felt that Blake's reaction was somewhat unusual. She was a cautious woman; she was able to easily grasp even the slightest information. It wasn't her imagination.
After a while, she nodded with certainty. Taking out her phone, she dialed her assistant's number. "Find me information on a person, I want all the details."
Back at the hotel, after finishing her work, Evelyn called Greg to ask about Mr. Hamilton's condition. She felt saddened when she learned that he was still unconscious. Hanging up the phone, she lay on the large bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.
Why was it so difficult to know the truth? Was she destined to return empty-handed this time?
Lost in her thoughts, the doorbell rang.
She walked up and asked, “Who is it?”
"Hello, room service. We have freshly made pastries from the hotel. Would you like some?" a sweet female voice came from outside the door.
After a busy day, Evelyn was feeling a bit hungry. Opening the door, she saw a waitress in a hotel uniform and without much thought said, “Oh yes, please. I’d love some."
"Alright, let me bring it in for you," said the waitress, picking up a tray of pastries and heading towards Evelyn's room.
The pastries were placed on the table, and as Evelyn walked over to sit down and prepare to eat, she noticed that the waitress showed no intention of leaving. She frowned and asked, "Is there anything else?"
“No, please enjoy your meal,” said the waitress, but still not seeming ready to leave. This made Evelyn hesitated to eat. She looked at the pastries in front of her and then at the waitress standing there.
She leaned back a little and said, "Can you please leave? I can't eat with you here."
Besides, something seemed off about the way this person was looking at her. The person didn't move, but Evelyn had already stood up. She wasn't foolish; if she couldn't sense that something was wrong at a moment like this, then she had been living in vain all these years.
“Who sent you?” Evelyn asked, ready to defend herself.
The waitress, now revealed to be Marina, took off her hat and removed her high heels. "Miss, don't worry, I don't want your life. I just want to take something from you."
As soon as the words were spoken, she charged towards Evelyn. Evelyn quickly dodged, but the assailant relentlessly pursued her, delivering punches and kicks without showing any mercy.
This made Evelyn furrow her brows; she had only arrived in Colombia a few days ago and couldn't fathom why she would suddenly offend someone. Furthermore, this woman was incredibly skilled. Who exactly was she?
She defended herself against the attacker, while trying to understand the situation. After a few hits and punches, Evelyn's heart sank slightly. She could tell that she was no match for this woman!
Master, were you deceiving me? Before leaving the village, you clearly said that with my skills, there would be no opponents of the same age. That was in Moris city, but now? In Colombia, it appeared like she wasn’t very skilled after all. In fact her level was quite poor.
She felt helpless, besides fighting desperately, there seemed to be nothing else she could do. She couldn't just give in so easily. After a dozen rounds, Evelyn became weak and was pinned down by the woman.
"You've won." Evelyn stopped struggling, never expecting to lose her life on her first visit to Colombia.
The woman didn't rush to attack either, and her gaze at Evelyn became more serious. "You're quite skilled. Who taught you?"
Evelyn remained silent. She wouldn’t reveal her master’s name to outsiders.
"Not saying anything? Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" She ran her knife across Evelyn's cheek, her words filled with threat.
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