I Became His Sweetheart

She quickened her pace and forcefully pushed open the cabin door.

“Wow! You got here pretty quickly.”

The leader of the kidnappers wore a thick black mask, hiding his expression.

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Sheena glanced at Phoebe’s injuries, and her gaze turned cold.

“Release her first, and we can talk.”

Sheena surveyed the interior of the cabin, casually taking a seat on a chair, and looked at him with an indifferent expression. The kidnapper was infuriated by her behavior and yanked the unconscious Phoebe, pressing a knife against her neck. “Are you seriously trying to negotiate with me? Do you want me to kill her right now?”

“You won't,” Sheena said, fearlessly locking eyes with him and causing panic to rise within him.

Despite her petite appearance, she exuded an air of composure, as if she had the support of a hundred people behind her. The leader of the kidnappers looked bewildered.

At the same time, Katie and her personal bodyguard, Angus Brown, were hiding in the woods outside the cabin, observing the inside through binoculars. Katie had also attached a listening device to the hat of one of the kidnappers, allowing her to listen in to their conversations clearly.

“She thinks we're going to hand over Phoebe just like that? Dream on!” Katie rolled her eyes disdainfully. Through her mini Bluetooth headset, she ordered, “Don’t agree to her request! Who knows what tricks she might pull? Keep stalling her, and don’t let Phoebe circumstances.”

go under any The instructed kidnapper chuckled and looked at Sheena. ‘I truly hate to disappoint you, but I’m sorry, | can’t let her go.”

The kidnapper’s gaze turned increasingly sinister as he continued, “Unless you coax me and put me in a good mood, then maybe I'll consider it.”

His eyes roamed all over Sheena’s figure unabashedly. Her athletic attire accentuated her alluring curves. Sheena, noticing his lustful gaze, knew wasting more time with him was futile. Hence, she swiftly kicked the man. “Let's see if you’ve got what it takes to take me down.”

The kidnapper quickly raised his right arm to block her kick, only for Sheena’s fist to follow up and come at him. Enraged, he bellowed, “How dare you hit me! Come out and get her!*

with his command, the already dilapidated door was violently pushed open, and four burly men with black masks barged in, eager for a fight.

“Nice! It's been a while since | last exercised!”

sheena’s agility allowed her to swiftly charge forward, executing a series of swift kicks in midah.

In less than five minutes, all five burly men lay defeated on the ground.

Katie, who had been smugly observing through the binoculars, was left jaw—dropped witnessing the brutal outcome. “H-How is this possible? How could one woman take down five men like that? Did the men you hire go easy on her?”

“Ms. Upton, Sheena is far from ordinary,” Angus spoke seriously. “Her combat style resembles the techniques created by the world-renowned martial artist Jean Norris. However, it seems she has adapted and innovated upon them to form her own distinct fighting method.” He paused briefly before continuing, “Jean Norris is known to be eccentric and only had one disciple, rumored to be male. But given Sheena’s skill, she might likely be that disciple, and the rumors could be false.”

Katie persisted, asking, “If you were to face her personally, could you defeat her?”