Becoming the Old Lady of My Ex's Mortal Enemy

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down the street when a flurry of frantic, infu

rash. I turned and coldly faced Roxy. Her once-delicate face was now t

so dark it could drip water. Not only did he make no move to stop

nds, hissing venomously

nds of hers! Let's see how she fixes The Butcher's bikes for a million bucks

oxy shrieked, "You're a nobody, an unpatche

dog is pointless. I sneere

rner of the alley, filled with recently drained, boiling-hot w

sion. She screamed, rushed forward, and ki

las

e ground like a venomous anaconda, lunging straight at

st secured a million-dollar contract! She wanted

iolently, but I

f my left hand. A bone-piercing, white-hot agony exploded instantly as my fles

rd, refusing to scream. I stared dead at

e, piercing cackle. "Hahahaha! Genius mechanic? Let's

over me with a sickening rush o

me, you're a piece of trash who can't even hold a tool! Get on your knees and be

with such dirty tricks would sat

me; instead, it plunged me into a deathly, absolute cal

njured right hand shot out like lightning, grabbing a rus

ng my arm, channeling every ounce of explosive power in my

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attered Roxy's perfect nose! The crisp, horrifying sou

curdling, slaughterhouse scream. She crumpled to the ground lik

lably through her fingers, staining her pr

me to fight back, let alone with such lethal, brutal force! When

his waistband and shoved the cold st

hat million dollars for myself!" His eyes were bloodshot, co

the bloody steel pipe. I didn't even blink. I knew this

that hair-t

M-RUMB

ght sky! It wasn't one or two bikes; it was an entire river of steel! The k

halt, vibrating right up the soles of my boots, m

hat instantly froze the turbulent air in the alley. D

ing 1%er club possessed an engine roar that

n's face, turning even paler than