Felicia was never stingy with her people. She immediately transferred 20 million to Scarlet. Half was payment for hiring her as a bodyguard while the
test covered her experises.
Scarlet was startled. She had initially thought this job might leave her at a loss, “You’re so generous Aren’t you worried I’ll just take the money and run?””
Felicia stretchedzily. The extra can count as sparring fees.”
Over the past few days, Felicia hadn’t been idle outside her pharmaceutical work, Every morning, she stuck to her training regimen. Dissatisfied with her
Initially, Scarlet merely watched, but after a while, her interest seemed piqued. She volunteered to spar with Felicia, who eagerly epted.
The result? She pot thoroughly beaten.
Despite her decent closebat skills, she was no match for Scarlet. As a mercenary, Scarlet had superior strength, technique, and realbat experience. After several sparting sessions, Felicia was covered in bruises, but she also improved significantly
<b>Scarlet </b>clicked her tongue and teased, “For all that, these sparring fees are pretty low. Fin acting as your punching bag, your sparring partner, and your bodyguard: Do you know <b>how </b>tough that is?”
Feliciaughed and scolded, “Be grateful. You’re getting paid to beat up your boss. Isn’t that satisfying enough?”
Scarlet rubbed her chin with a smirk. “Can’t argue with that. It is pretty satisfying.”
Felicia was speechless. She somehow managed to create <b>a </b>situation where only the employer suffered
Scarletughed beartily, but she did offer some reassurance. “Don’t feel bad. Your closebat skills are impressive. They’re better than I expected. I was even thinking of teaching you a trick or two, but it seeins you won’t need them.”
Scarlet asked, “By the way, where did you learn your fighting style? Your moves are so simr to mine. Yesterday, when I watched you, I almost thought I was the one who <b>taught </b>you.”
“That’s impossible “Felicia chuckled.
Her fighting skills came from her past life. After Arnold sent her to prison, one of the cellmates had taught her.
At that time, Fellesa had been tormented to the point of being blind in one eye and suffering
ing from a broken leg. It was the darkest period of her life, barely <b>any </b>different from death.
Thisbat technique had helped her survive. It allowed her to defend herself and fight <b>back </b>when bullied in prison.
The memory of her cellmate surfaced in her mind. If she ever had the chance to meet her again, Felicia vowed to repay the kindness.
She shook her head and sank into the couch. Just as she was about to answer Scarlet’s question, what Scarlet said shed through her mind ance Yesterday, when I watched you, I almost thought I was the one who taught you.”
Felicia fell into a stunned silence. She stared intently at Scarlet<b>, </b>scrutinizing her as if trying to uncover a secret.
Could it be? Could Scarlet be that cellmate?
A gasp escaped her lips. What were the odds?
more.”
Scarlet noticed Felicia’s unrelenting stare and chuckled. “What’s the matter, boss? Why <b>are </b>you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?“”
<b>“</b>How old are you?” Felicia asked abruptly.
Scarlet’s grin widened as she let out a whistle. “I’m 16.
Felicia rolled her eyes in frustration. “I’m being serious!”
Scarlet raised an eyebrow. “I’m 28. Nine years older than you.”
As expected, even their ages matched!
Felicia inhaled sharply. With no one else around, she reached out to lift Scarlet’s shirt.
Felicia vividly remembered a terrifying scar across her cellmate’s stomach—a prating wound.
<b>As </b><b>she </b>lifted the fabric, Scarlet’s abdomen was revealed. It was taut and muscr, with beautifully defined abs and smooth lines that exuded the strength
of years of rigorous training. Her sculpted physique carried a bold, untamed feminine allure.