His Unveiled Passion

No one expected danger to strike so suddenly.

They were just a few steps away from the restaurant entrance when it happened.

Two men suddenly burst out from the crowd, both wearing black face masks and black baseball caps.

One of them was tall and muscular, wearing a white T-shirt. His arms were covered in tattoos and thick with muscle.

The other man was slightly shorter and looked less intimidating.

Tessa and Wynn reacted immediately, dodging to the side.

"Ms. Yates, watch out! I can handle them. Take the others and go!" Wynn shouted, narrowly dodging a blade from the muscular one and landing a solid punch to his face.

Jasmine and Molly were paralyzed with fear. Their faces drained of all color.

Memories came flooding back to Jasmine. She remembered the day someone came to Shelton Law Firm with a knife, and Yasmin had yanked her in front of him as a human shield.

That terror came rushing back with full force. Her eyes widened in fear, and she stood there trembling, frozen in place.

Tessa's expression shifted. She grabbed Jasmine with one hand and Molly with the other. "Run!"

Jasmine snapped out of it and took off with Tessa.

But Molly had never been in such a terrifying situation before. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably. To make matters worse, she had worn heels to work. She barely made it a few steps before twisting her ankle and collapsing.

Wynn quickly realized that these two attackers were not ordinary criminals. Their movements were clean and efficient. These were undoubtedly trained mercenaries.

Still, she had faced mercenaries before. These two together were no match for her.

Just then, the shorter man spotted Molly on the ground. Seizing the opportunity, he broke away from Wynn and charged toward Tessa and Molly.

"Molly, can you stand?" Tessa asked urgently.

"It hurts," Molly said, wincing as she leaned on Tessa and struggled to her feet.

But her ankle was badly injured. She could barely put weight on one foot, and the other could only lightly touch the ground.

It was clear she couldn't walk, let alone run.

The shorter man was gaining on them fast. He raised his knife, eyes filled with violent intent, and lunged at Molly.

Tessa didn't hesitate. She shoved Molly out of the way and threw herself into the fight.

Molly tumbled into the greenery beside the sidewalk. Watching Tessa fight, she was stunned. She had never imagined that Tessa had such skills.

But there was no time for amazement. Her face was ghostly white, and her ankle was throbbing in pain. Cold sweat beaded on her forehead.

Jasmine rushed over and helped her up. "Come on, Ms. Fisher. We need to get out of here."

"I can't walk," Molly said through gritted teeth, her face contorted in pain.

"I'll help you."

Jasmine lifted her up and quickly pulled out her phone to call the police. Others nearby had already dialed for help.

Wynn had been locked in combat

with the tall, muscular man. As soon

as she saw the other attacker go

after Tessa, she landed a brutal kick that sent the man staggering, then sprinted toward Tessa.

Tessa wasn't weak. But after just a few moves, she realized the man she was

fighting had received professional combat training. He was faster and more precise than an average bodyguard.

She was already struggling to keep up.

The blade gleamed in the light as it slashed toward her heart.

Then, a pair of strong hands grabbed the attacker's wrist mis-strike. He grimaced

in pain as the pressure intensified.

Wynn had made it just in time. If she had been even a second late, the consequences would have been disastrous.

From that distance and angle, Tessa might have dodged a direct heart strike, but the knife still pierced her body.

Even a non-lethal wound would slow her down. And once her reflexes dropped, it would be easy for the attacker to finish her.

A few moves later, Wynn overpowered the man and snatched the knife from his hand, holding it firmly against his throat.

If they hadn't been in broad daylight in the middle of the street in Orkford, she would have slit his throat on the spot.

The muscular man, realizing he was outmatched and his partner had been taken down, turned and ran.

Wynn smirked coldly. "Idiot."

She calmly pulled a small ampoule

from her pocket, the kind used to

hold liquid medicine in hospitals

She snapped the glass neck with her

thumb and quickly poured the

contents onto the blade.

A second later, she hurled the knife.

It spun through the air, slicing cleanly through the wind, and landed perfectly in

the man's lower leg.

He didn't even cry out, proving just how trained he was. He kept running, but he didn't get far. He didn't even make it out of their line of sight before his legs gave out, and he collapsed.

Wynn let out a quiet laugh. "That kind of high-grade anesthetic hits the bloodstream fast. It doesn't matter how strong you are. You won't last more than a minute."

The shorter man, still struggling in her grip, tried to escape. Wynn tightened her hold on his throat, cutting off his air. He passed out on the spot.

"Ms. Yates, are you alright? Are you hurt?" Wynn turned to Tessa, her normally emotionless face showing rare tension and concern.

Tessa let out a slow breath and shook her head. "I'm fine."

But at that moment, a chill ran through her body. She didn't know why. It was just

a feeling—an instinct deep in her bones, like her sixth sense had been triggered.

Before she could react, she caught a glimpse of a handgun emerging from behind a nearby statue.

The shot rang out in the next instant.

At the same moment, Tessa shouted, "Look out!"

She reached out and shoved Jasmine out of the way.

The bullet hit its target with alarming accuracy. At first, it felt almost numb.

But within seconds, searing pain spread from the wound through her entire body.noveldrama

Her knees buckled, and she collapsed like a heap.

"Ms. Yates!" Wynn's voice cracked with panic as she reached out to catch Tessa before she hit the ground.