Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 145 "Go, untie the ropes binding her. Where's the sport in keeping her restrained?" Malfoy directed this to Jerry.

"Right away, sir," Jerry replied, walking toward Thalia.

Everyone present heard their exchange clearly. Moments earlier, Malfoy had ordered his men to assault Thalia.

They had advanced like a pack of hungry wolves toward their prey.

Thalia was lying at the edge of the building, somewhat distant from them.

The group had only made it halfway when they heard Malfoy's command. They all stopped in unison, swallowing hard, their eyes fixed eagerly on Thalia as they impatiently waited for Jerry to untie her.

Thalia glared fiercely at Malfoy, her eyes conveying a desire to subject him to a thousand agonizing cuts.

Malfoy, the psychopath, savored her hatred. A smile played on his lips as he asked with perverse pleasure, “Hate me, do you?" "Too bad. Crushing you would be as simple as squashing an ant. No matter how much you loathe me, you're utterly powerless. The impotent rage of the helpless is like a stimulant to me." Jerry walked over, pulled Thalia away from the edge, and untied the ropes binding her.

The moment she was freed, Thalia recklessly charged at Malfoy.

Jerry had just dragged her closer to where Malfoy stood, putting them in close proximity. When Thalia lunged, Jerry couldn't react in time.

Malfoy's other henchmen were distracted, their minds filled with vile thoughts about assaulting the woman. They had assumed Thalia was a helpless female, never imagining she would risk her life attacking Malfoy once freed.

So no one stopped her initially.

She successfully reached Malfoy.

Malfoy reacted quickly, dodging her potentially lethal blow.

Then he immediately counter-attacked, shouting, "Stand back, all of you! Nobody interfere!" Malfoy's eyes gleamed with excitement, his entire being in a state of manic frenzy as he ordered his men to stand down.

When his men had previously monitored Thalia, they had reported videos of her crying, drowning her sorrows in Chapter 145 alcohol, and pining for Asher.

Malfoy had dismissed her as merely a pretty airhead, hopelessly love-struck, unable to function without a man.

He knew Thalia was a solicitor by profession, but hadn't respected her for it.

In Malfoy's mind, Thalia was simply a fool obsessed with romance.

He had never understood why someone like Asher would be interested in such a woman.

She was undeniably beautiful, but there were plenty of attractive women. Why had Asher becso utterly besotted with this particular one? When Malfoy had ordered his men to capture Thalia, they hadn't mentioned that she had any fighting skills. After bringing her up to the building, she had been pale with fear. To Malfoy, she seemed no different from any other fragile woman-a pampered young lady obsessed with romance, terrified at the slightest trouble, irritatingly tearful.

He never expected she would have the courage to attack him, much less possess actual fighting ability.

Malfoy had grown up with gang leaders in Russia. The training he had endured was beyond what ordinary people could withstand.

At twelve, his mentor had abandoned him on a deserted island to survive in the wilderness.

At sixteen, he had been thrown into a fighting pit to battle ferocious beasts.

When he emerged from that pit, Malfoy had acquired his first armed force, beginning to handle his mentor's illegal dealings, engaging in violent confrontations with rival gangs, committing murders and robberies, while receiving military-grade training similar to mercenaries.

By eighteen, Malfoy's power had grown substantially, even rivaling the local military in Russia.

At twenty-four, he had killed his mentor with his own hands, becoming the leader of Russia's largest criminal syndicate.

Against such an inhuman opponent, Thalia stood no chance.

However, a person in a state of extranger and reckless abandon can tap into limitless potential.

Like Thalia at this moment.

She knew she couldn't possibly leave this building alive.

Given the choice between being violated by a group of vile men or fighting Malfoy to the death, she chose the latter.

Chapter 145 Either way meant death. Rather than dying in humiliation, she chose to release all her emotions-the hatred and fury toward Malfoy that she had suppressed for so long.

"Well, well.... aren't you full of surprises," Malfoy's expression shifted from contempt to genuine astonishment, his eyes showing newfound interest.

He had never encountered a woman like Thalia before.

Most women, once untied, would either passively await their violation or leap from the building to end their lives.

He had considered these two possibilities but never imagined she would attack him...

Now Thalia was like a frenzied lioness, possessed of incredible strength.

Malfoy's men were stunned, frozen in place, watching the intense battle with astonishment.

In all these years, no one had dared to engage their boss in hand-to-hand combat like this.

This woman truly had a death wish.

Their boss had survived a deserted island and fighting pits, and undergone years of mercenary-style military training.

Not just women-even his professionally trained male associates who regularly faced death wouldn't dare fight Malfoy.

Though they all knew she was doomed to fail, the fight before them visual spectacle was a visu It had been before It ages since they'd witnessed such an impressive combat.

Thalia attacked Malfoy ferociously, only to be kicked to the ground. She grabbed a nearby steel bar and swung it at Malfoy's head with all her might. Malfoy dodged by tilting his head, then seized the bar, pulling it forcefully toward himself.

Thalia was dragged forward with it, about to fall. She immediately released the bar, regained her balance, and aimed a kick at Malfoy's groin.

Malfoy was momentarily stunned.

Was this woman trying to kill him or C ensure he could never have children? He had never encountered such never fighting tactics-it was truly surprising. He opened his mouth to speak, but Thalia suddenly looked up, their eyes meeting.

Malfoy was shocked by the woman's gaze.

Her eyes were filled with bloodthirsty madness.

Chapter 145 She was in a killing frenzy.

Malfoy abandoned his previously casual attitude and the contemptuous smile on his face.

That look in her eyes was so familiar.

Through Thalia's eyes, he seemed to see himself as a young boy, fighting those beasts to the death in the pit years ago...

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