The two bodyguards, handpicked by Fiona Marshall's father, were unquestionably formidable, having once taken down over twenty thugs. But now, they lay defeated without even nearing their assailant.
"You... who are you exactly?" Fiona asked, her face a mask of fear as she stared at Henry Carson.
"Ha, Fiona Marshall, caught off guard, aren't you? Let me tell you, he's my brother-in-law, a real expert. Did you think your bodyguards were so tough?" Jennifer boasted, latching onto Henry's arm with pride.
"Don't get smug, Jennifer Fenton. This isn't over," Fiona snapped, turning to leave.
"Hey, young lady, you've insulted my wife and sister and think you can just walk away? At least apologize, alright?" Henry called out, unable to let her leave without redress.
"Damn... this guy really does
