Chapter 903: The Worst Plan

Walker Grant stayed at his grandmother’s house for seven straight days.

The divorce agreement sat untouched on his desk. Meanwhile, Chloe Reed busied herself with daily physical training, pushing herself to become faster and stronger to increase her chances of survival.

Fiona Linton had also started practicing her marksmanship. After the incident at Soltara, she realized she was far too useless; she needed to learn at least one skill to protect herself. These past few days, she juggled shooting practice with self-administered acupuncture for her aching arms and shoulders.

A week went by, and she couldn’t help but complain. "Is that man part turtle? Is he planning to hide out at his grandmother’s and never come back?"

Chloe set down her handgun and took a sip of water. "He’ll have to come back and face it sooner or later."

Fiona sighed, shaking her head before resuming her practice.

Chloe was also learning close-quarters combat with Daniel Hayes. Over this period, she had made significant progress.

Watching her drenched in sweat, Daniel couldn’t help but praise her. "Your physical conditioning is great, and you’re a quick thinker. It’s just a pity you started a bit late. If you had begun a few years earlier, you’d be even more agile."

Sitting on the floor and panting heavily, Chloe smiled at his words. "Is it enough to keep me alive?"

Daniel pondered for a moment before answering. "You shouldn’t have a problem dealing with three average mercenaries."

Chloe’s eyes lit up. "Then can I spar with the bodyguards?"

Daniel nodded. "Of course. It will build your practical combat experience, which will be very helpful."

Excited, Chloe had Daniel call over three bodyguards to begin the sparring session.

When Fiona stepped out, this was the scene she walked into. Chloe’s slender figure stood before three burly, muscular bodyguards. Her expression was resolute, her clear eyes unwavering. Her entire aura had transformed. Fierce as the wind, she was like a newly sharpened blade radiating a cold gleam that demanded to be taken seriously.

Normally, her demeanor was gentle, her features always tinted with a faint smile. Now, all those sharp, superficial emotions from her past had completely vanished. Enduring so much had inevitably changed her.

Watching the standoff, Fiona couldn’t help but hold her breath.

Suddenly, they moved.

The three bodyguards attacked Chloe simultaneously. Their strikes were vicious, moving with an intensity as though they were genuinely out for her life. Watching the chaotic scene, Fiona’s palms grew slick with nervous sweat.

But Chloe quickly launched her counterattack. Her movements were agile, her mind rapidly analyzing the flow of combat to find the most advantageous openings—dodging, striking, and parrying.

Daniel walked over and rubbed his chin. "Chloe’s footwork could still use some practice." Sparring with others was the best way to gauge someone’s strengths and weaknesses, allowing for targeted adjustments later.

Ultimately, Chloe still lacked practical experience. It wasn’t long before she was subdued by one of the bodyguards, pinned firmly to the ground.

The bodyguard released her, stepping back a few paces to stand at attention.

Panting, Chloe rolled over and sat up, shooting Daniel a helpless look. "Daniel, you lied to me."

Daniel scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. "It was just an estimation!" he said with a laugh. "But finding out now isn’t a bad thing. These guys are highly skilled, so lasting as many rounds against them as you did is already very impressive."

Chloe stood up, her eyes blazing with fighting spirit. "Again!"