Chapter 4

Benjamin's hand was only an inch away from my face.

"Pops, sorry, but I've gotta set the code aside tonight."

A sharp cracking sound suddenly rang through the ballroom.

My pointed heel smashed through the yacht's expensive hardwood floor and sank straight into it.

Benjamin froze.

I snapped my eyes open. They were filled with excitement and adrenaline.

I grabbed his wrist and twisted it downward.

"Ouch!" He let out a huge scream.

I shoved him away in disgust, quickly shrugged off the black suit jacket that was getting in my way, and kicked off my heels.

Underneath, my hands and legs were wrapped in boxing bandages. I had trained with them for years to build up the power behind my kicks.

Before Benjamin could react, I lowered my shoulder, drove my hips forward, and grabbed his collar and belt. Then I threw him over my shoulder.

The roughly 160-pound man went flying through the air. He landed perfectly on the seven-tier champagne tower in the center of the ballroom.

The glass shattered. Champagne sprayed everywhere.

Benjamin twitched a few times before passing out cold among the broken glass.

The entire ballroom went silent for several seconds. Then the wealthy women erupted into terrified screams.

"Rachel! Are you crazy?" Gordon looked like he was about to drop dead.

He pointed at me with a trembling hand. "This is the Lamberts' territory! Are you trying to get our entire family killed?"

Natalie stood frozen in the corner with both hands over her mouth. She was completely stunned. There was even a flash of disbelief in her eyes.

I casually rolled my shoulders. The joints in my neck cracked loudly.

I gave Gordon a cold smile. "What are you all yelling about? Didn't you say the Lamberts like violence? I'm just adapting ahead of time and showing them my competitive advantage."

"Is that so?" A deep, hoarse voice suddenly came from the entrance.

The heavy ballroom doors were thrown open by two lines of men in black suits.

The crowd immediately scattered to both sides.

The rumored violent and unstable heir of the Lamberts, Andrew, walked in.

He was nearly six feet three inches tall. His dark expression was intimidating enough to make the entire room feel colder. As he walked forward, he took off his expensive suit jacket and casually tossed it to a bodyguard. Then he slowly undid his shirt cuffs.

Even through the fabric, I could clearly see the terrifying muscles underneath. His body was packed with explosive power.

The dangerous aura around him was so intense that everyone in the room seemed to stop breathing.

Gordon's legs gave out. He dropped to his knees with a look of pure despair.

Natalie closed her eyes in terror. She couldn't even bring herself to watch what was about to happen.

Andrew stopped just a few steps away from me.

His eyes locked onto mine.

Everyone in the room knew I was finished.

But instead of backing away, I became even more excited.

I licked my lips and pulled the tie from around my neck right in front of Andrew. Then I tore off a strip from the bottom of my shirt and skillfully wrapped the cloth around my knuckles, turning it into a makeshift pair of hand wraps.

I quickly looked him over, paying close attention to his stance and core. "Your base is incredibly stable. You're definitely a martial artist."

I raised my wrapped fists and bumped them together.

Then I gave Andrew an extremely arrogant grin. "Mr. Lambert, are we fighting under UFC rules tonight, or are we going full no-rules MMA?"

I paused. "I also want to make one thing clear. If I accidentally kill you, your family isn't going to come after mine, right?"