Chapter 239

Chapter 239 Headshots Brad hiccupped, clearly intoxicated.

“Get the hell out of my way! Today, | have to teach this woman a lesson, let her know how capable | am! How dare she look down on me? Stupid bitch!”

He shoved aside the men who were trying to restrain him and charged straight at Maia.

Maia, realizing that she couldn’t match the physical strength of a man, understood that she needed to prevail in terms of momentum. Causing a scene was crucial. The restaurant staff would hear it, and so would Errol.

Maia noticed a wine bottle on a nearby table. As Brad rushed toward her, she grabbed the bottle and swung it fiercely at his head!

With a loud “bang,” she hit his head. He stood there, dazed, still processing what had just happened.

The men nearby were all stunned. They never expected Maia to be so fierce, raising a wine bottle without any hesitation and smashing it onto Brad’s forehead.

“Bro, b—blood...” one of the men stammered.

Now, Brad realized he was bleeding. He wiped his hand across his forehead, finding it sticky with fresh blood.

“You bitch!” Brad roared in anger. “You dare to hit me? You, slut who has been ridden by thousands of men! Today, I'll teach you a lesson!”

After that, Brad shouted at his friends, “What are you still standing there for? Hold this woman down for me! Today, | must strip her naked!”

His friends looked at each other, uncertain about whether to step forward.

“What the hell are you standing there for? Didn’t you hear what | said?” Brad cursed again.

After Brad’s furious command, the men finally rushed toward Maia. Maia, still holding the wine bottle, swung it fiercely at one of the men.

“| want to see if you guys are capable of that!” Maia repeatedly swung the bottle at the approaching men.

Unable to dodge in time, the spoiled rich kids were hit squarely by Maia’s strikes.

Witnessing this scene, Brad angrily shouted, “You useless bunch! Worthless! I’ve arranged countless girls for all of you in the past, and you can’t even handle this one stupid bitch!”

The repeated loud crashes, insults, and cries attracted the attention of the restaurant staff.

+15 BONUS Just as Errol was about to rush forward, a group of men in black suits stormed into the hall. In a matter of seconds, they subdued the spoiled rich kirls who had been beaten up by Mala.

“What are you doing! Let go! Catch that bitch for me, or I'll demolish this damn building tomorrow!” Brad pointed at the security guards, his face filled with anger. He shouted loudly, “Do you know who |

am?”

“Do you know who | am?” A chilling and terrifying voice echoed.

Footsteps in black leather shoes followed, each step resonating on the wooden floor, enough to make one’s heart tremble.

Upon seeing Cedric, the bodyguards restrained the spoiled rich kids while bowing their heads, all shouting in unison, “Mr.

Cedric!”

When Brad saw Cedric, his face turned instantly pale, and he sobered up considerably.

“Ced... Mr. Cedric...”

He thought they were far away from the overlord’s reach, but who could have expected that he would be so close at this moment!

Maia, upon seeing Cedric, continued holding the wine bottle tightly in her hand. She did not intend to let go.

“You are safe now. Why are you still holding it?” He calmly looked at her, his eyes soft, and his voice gentle.

“Am | safe?” Maia smiled, “That’s not necessarily true. Do you also want to experience the feeling of being hit on the head with a wine bottle?”

Cedric looked at Maia’s calm demeanor. Even though he knew she couldn't beat those men. physically, she hadn’t given up. On the contrary, she had left those men in a sorry state.

His little woman was indeed interesting.

“Where did you learn this move?” he asked.

Maia frowned, a bit puzzled.

He smiled indulgently, “The precision in giving headshots here and there, where did you learn it?”

Upon hearing his question, Maia finally remembered why she was so accurate in slamming people’s heads with the bottle.

It was because of him. Because his throwing knives were precise, she had learned it just to get his attention. Little did she expect to use it in such a situation.

“Never learned it,” Mala denied, then added, “Just happened to have a bottle in hand. If you like it, | can give you a headshot.”

“You like giving headshots?” He chuckled, showing ne sign of anger due to her words.

This left the onlookers dumbfounded. The rumors were true, what was circulating online was indeed accurate. The warring couple was a real couple, it was just that they were not married to each other now.

Maia looked at Cedric in front of her, sensing no hint of anger or coldness from him. Then, she signaled to the bodyguards who were restraining Brad.

“Take a look at his head. Not too bad, right?”

Cedric glanced and said, “Not strong enough.”

With that, he pulled Maia into his embrace in front of everyone. Then, with his large hand holding the hand that grasped the bottle, he threw it forcefully in Brad's direction!

Aloud “bang!” echoed as the bottle shattered. Brad was instantly knocked out! The onlookers. gasped in shock.

But Cedric remained calm, looking at Maia and saying, “That’s a real headshot. Have you learned it?”

Maia remained composed and replied, “Yes. Next time, I'll use you as my target.”

“As long as it's you, anytime.” His handsome face revealed an indulgent smile, and the gaze he directed at her was full of affection.

The onlookers were dumbfounded. Not only was she practicing headshots, but they were also laughing so happily? Truly, the one and only warring couple.

Avoiding Cedric’s gaze, Maia walked towards the bruised and swollen men.

“Your bro, Brad is unconscious. Do you want to take him to the hospital?” Maia asked them calmly.

These playboys were originally a bunch of drinking buddies. Immediately, each of them vigorously shook their heads, their head movements faster than beating a drum.

“Do you want to go to the hospital since you’ve been smashed like this?” Maia chuckled, asking again.

Suddenly, they all nodded frantically.

Maia smiled, her voice sweetly saying, “Rest assured, I’m not a heartless person. Of course, I’ll send all of you to the hospital together. However, with your decent family backgrounds, how can ordinary cars satisfy you? I’ll contact some friends to have a number of convertible cars