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Chapter 20
“Let’s try.”
Bonnie narrowed her eyes, stepping forward with a calm yet determined air. She wasn’t going to back down now—not when Maisie had made it this personal.
Maisie held out a hand, pressing it firmly against Bonnie’s shoulder. “Don’t make me do this. You might have been able to defeat those clowns, but you’re no match for me.”
Bonnie hesitated for a split second. I didn’t expect Ivor’s mother to be a fighter. But she quickly regained her composure. “We’ll see about that.”
In one fluid motion, Bonnie grabbed Maisie’s arm, stepping across her with practiced precision. She yanked Maisie out of her way, sending her stumbling back in a diagonal motion.
Maisie’s eyes widened. She was holding back while fighting the bodyguards! She’s stronger than she wanted me to believe.
“You leave me no choice, young lady!” Maisie snarled, her voice steely. She immediately shifted into a steady, poised fighting stance, her fists raised in preparation.
Bonnie raised an eyebrow, impressed. It seemed Ivor’s mother wasn’t just some rich woman trying to control her family—she was a skilled fighter in her own right. Kickboxing, huh? This is going to be interesting.
The two women charged at each other, a flurry of punches and kicks filling the air. Their movements were swift and calculated, neither willing to give the other an inch. Bonnie dodged a well-aimed strike, countering with a roundhouse that Maisie narrowly blocked. The tension between them was palpable, and the fight seemed like it could go either way.
Meanwhile, at the Knight Residence, the engagement party was in full swing, but Sigmund’s mood had soured. He kept glancing at the gate, his frown deepening.
“Why isn’t Bonnie here yet? Why hasn’t she answered my calls?” Sigmund muttered under his breath, irritated.
Ged, who was standing nearby, couldn’t resist a jab. “Maybe she realized she wasn’t good enough for Ivor.”
Sigmund immediately smacked the back of Ged’s head. “One more word from you, and I’ll throw you out!”
“Hey, that hurt!” Ged protested, rubbing the spot where Sigmund had struck him.
Sigmund snorted in annoyance and turned to the butler, his patience running thin. “I told you to send someone to look for Bonnie. Is he back yet?”
Before the butler could respond, a servant hurried over, looking flustered.
“Bad news, sir! Mrs. Maisie and Ms. Bonnie are fighting.”
Sigmund, Ivor, and Willard all shouted in unison. “What?!”
The three exchanged confused glances, and Ivor’s expression darkened.
“Where are they?” Sigmund demanded, getting to his feet quickly.
“I’ll take you there,” the servant replied nervously.
As they headed out, Ged whispered to Ivor, “Your future wife is something else. Is she really fighting with your mom? She’s a goddamn kickboxing expert!”
Ivor frowned, still processing the revelation. He couldn’t believe Bonnie had this side to her. Kickboxing? He was surprised, but at the same time, intrigued.
Back at the scene, Bonnie and Maisie were locked in a tense stalemate, both women panting from the intensity of the fight. Each had landed a few solid blows, but neither had gained the upper hand. The exchange was brutal, but neither was willing to yield.
They stood a few feet apart, both of them glaring at each other, waiting for the other to make a move.
Then, unexpectedly, they both spoke at the same time. “Do you know Cary Burns?”
The shock on both women’s faces was palpable. They stepped closer to each other, the tension in the air shifting to something almost like recognition.
“You’re Cary’s second student?” Bonnie asked, her voice a mix of surprise and curiosity.
Maisie’s eyes widened. “You must be Cary’s last student!”
The realization hit them both at the same time. They had both trained under the same legendary kickboxing master—Cary Burns, a name that carried weight in the world of martial arts.
For a moment, neither woman moved. The fight, it seemed, had just taken a strange and unexpected turn.