CHAPTER 17: PANIC ATTACK

Clutching her bleeding arm, Claire looked up at Kyle, who stood there with a victorious smirk, no hint of remorse in his eyes. Now that she had achieved her first target, aka getting an injury, it was time to teach the arrogant asshole a lesson.

"Are you done yet, baby girl? Do you need me to kiss your boo boo?" Kyle taunted her, and she smiled at him, making him frown.

She couldn't tell him she had deliberately allowed him to strike her, but she could show him how pathetic he really was.

Unlike the last time when she had let him attack first, this time Claire took the lead. She ran towards him with such speed that before he could even blink; Claire was already in front of him. She raised her foot and did a perfect roundhouse kick, knocking him on his hard head and hopefully giving him a concussion.

Kyle stumbled back, his eyes widening in disbelief. Then he slowly pointed his finger at her, the disdain in his eyes replaced by confusion. Claire steadied herself, expecting him to attac