She Took The House The Car And My Heart novel Chapter 94

Chapter 94 Admiration For Freya’s Prowess

“What the hell are you doing just standing there?” Felipe’s voice cut through the air with unmistakable authority. “Get moving!”

As his command echoed, the bodyguards sprang into action, closing in on Freya.

“Wait!” The word sliced through the tension like a knife. Farrah’s voice rang out just in time, halting everyone in their tracks. All eyes darted to her as the bodyguards froze, their movements stilled.

Peering intently through a narrow gap between two guards, Farrah’s eyes locked onto Felipe, who stood aloof and imposing at a distance. “Why are you so set on getting rid of my child? If you can’t stand it, why not just divorce me?”

Felipe’s expression hardened, his lips pressing into a rigid line as his gaze turned icy, masking a storm of emotions.

“Your body’s too fragile to handle a pregnancy,” he blurted out, his voice strained but controlled, revealing his concerns without wanting to deepen the rift between them. “I’ve spoken to doctors. Pursuing this pregnancy could very well cost you your life.”

Freya gasped, her heart skipping a beat as she turned to face Farrah.

A hollow, mocking laugh escaped Farrah, as if she’d just heard the most absurd thing imaginable. “Why can’t you just tell me the truth?”

“Do you doubt my words?” Felipe retorted, his eyes narrowing into slits, a dangerous edge creeping into his

tone.

Farrah’s voice crackled with disbelief, her eyes sharp and challenging. “As a mother, wouldn’t I know the condition of my own child? My assistant accompanied me to every pregnancy checkup. The doctor was always reassuring, confident the baby was in perfect health.”

If there had been any risks, surely the doctor would have alerted her immediately.

Seriously? How could such a dire situation even be possible?

“Seize them!” Felipe bellowed, his voice a thunderous roar filled with rising hostility.

At his command, the bodyguards sprang into action. Two of them lunged toward Freya, while the others went straight for Farrah, their intentions clear—they planned to forcibly restrain Farrah and get her onto the operating table that very day.

But they had sorely underestimated Freya.

Freya, who had always favored her agility over brute strength, moved with lightning

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Chapter 94 Admiration For Freya’s Prowess

through the air, connecting with a bodyguard’s chest in a powerful, brutal kick.

Farrah stood frozen, her eyes wide as she witnessed Freya’s unwavering dominance. Her initial sorrow quickly morphed into sheer admiration.

Watching Freya in action, she wondered–was this fierce warrior really the same woman she had known for years?

Freya was relentless. Seizing the wrist of another bodyguard who dared approach Farrah, she twisted sharply. The sickening snap of bones filled the air followed by the man’s anguished scream.

With a fluid, practiced motion, she then unleashed another fierce kick, catapulting the bodyguard straight into Felipe.

The confrontation was over in less than a minute, leaving Farrah and the onlookers frozen in shock.

Freya stood in front of Farrah like a fierce guardian, her glare at Felipe sharpening with every passing moment. “Really? Attacking a pregnant woman? How low can you possibly sink?”

“Mr. Yates… that woman’s a beast. We don’t stand a chance against her.”

“The way she fights… it’s nearly as fearsome as Mr. Shaw’s.”

“Should we still proceed?”

The bodyguards shared uneasy looks, their anxiety palpable. They silently pleaded for Felipe to call off the assault, craving an escape from this embarrassing standoff.

Felipe’s fury was palpable, his voice booming across the space. “If you can’t handle one woman, what use are you to me?” The thought of Farrah being spirited away by Freya gnawed at him.

His bodyguards stood mute, their morale shattered.

Amid the tense silence, a defiant thought flickered through their minds. “If he’s so capable, why doesn’t he handle it himself?”

Freya, ever perceptive, voiced their silent rebellion flawlessly. “Well, Felipe, if you think they’re useless, perhaps you should step in?”

A spark of admiration flickered in the bodyguards‘ eyes, resonating with her challenge.

Felipe, catching the hopeful exchanges among his bodyguards, simmered with resentment, cursing under his breath.

If Kristian hadn’t ended up with such a fierce wife, Felipe doubted he’d be dealing with this nightmare. “Considering you’re Kristian’s wife, I have no intention of clashing with you.” He was desperately trying to maintain his dignity amidst the escalating tension.

Around him, four of his bodyguards lay defeated, their attempts to subdue Freya futile. Felipe weighed his chances soberly. He was no fool to rush into a losing battle.

Freya’s eyes flashed fiercely, her voice icy as she retorted, “Don’t bother sparing any thoughts for his sake. If you’ve got the balls, bring it on.”

If Felipe dared, she was ready to put him in his place for Farrah.

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Felipe stood, momentarily speechless, as her words sliced through the air.

“Mr. Yates, please, don’t hold back. Go and defeat her,”

“That’s right!”

“Come on, Mr. Yates. She’s just a woman–you can deal with her easily.”

“You can do it!”

The cheers from the previously subdued bodyguards now rang out, emboldening the atmosphere, making sure their voices reverberated throughout the vicinity.

Trapped in his predicament, Felipe knew engaging Freya in a duel was a direct path to humiliation. Yet, retreating would stain his reputation, possibly making Farrah view him as a coward.

Turning to Farrah with a mix of desperation and earnestness, he attempted to shift the focus. “Farrah, have you truly made up your mind, to leave with her?” His voice took on a serious tone, seeking to pierce through the chaotic noise and reach a resolution.

In the past, Farrah might have wavered, caught in the throes of indecision over whether Freya was up to the challenge of facing Felipe.

But now, her mind was crystal clear, awash with admiration for Freya’s prowess.

When Felipe posed his question, Farrah’s response was smooth, almost nonchalant. “We’ll deal with that later. What’s important right now is your duel with Freya.”

Felipe found himself at a loss for words again.

The crowd’s gaze fixed on him, anticipation thick in the air as they awaited his decision.

Farrah’s voice cut through the tension, light yet laced with a challenge. “If you’re scared, just admit defeat.”

Her tone, breezy and slightly mocking, seemed to cast a spell over Felipe, whisking him back to their first encounter with that spirited, defiant girl he couldn’t forget.

“I can’t beat her,” Felipe admitted bluntly, determined not to make a spectacle of himself. “But are you sure about leaving with her?”

Freya’s glance was a sharp, silent retort–her eyes practically rolling. If he couldn’t beat her, then he’d better not bother talking.

Understanding dawned on Felipe, his fingers curling into a subtle fist.