Rebirth of the Deadly Beauty novel Chapter 725

Those people from the Wright Legion felt Yolanda had no right to face Nash in combat at all. Her current bravado would only lead to humiliation and a worse death.

"How would you like to die?" Nash looked at Yolanda standing before him. Excitement was palpable in his voice. "Shall I behead you or cut your tendons and let you die slowly in agony?"

Nash stared at Yolanda with interest. It had been long since he had seen someone unafraid of death. Her appearance sparked his curiosity.

"Yolanda, run! How will we face Mr. Wright if you die?" Behind Yolanda, Darren and his men shouted in desperate fury. Their injuries were too severe, so they could only watch helplessly as she seemed to walk to her death.

"I can kill you in one move." Yolanda raised Darren's blade slowly. This weapon, which no one in the Wright Legion except Darren could lift, felt too light in her hands.

"Hah! Nonsense!" Nash dismissed Yolanda entirely. To him, her bold words were merely one last attempt to save herself from death.

"Since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish!"

Before Nash could finish speaking, Yolanda had already made her move. No one saw her movement clearly. In the next instant, her blade was at Nash's throat.

When Elleven fought Windchaser, it took just one move. In that case, why would Yolanda give Nash any chance to retaliate when she was fighting against him?

A deathly silence fell over the yard.

Both Lance's group and the Wright Legion under Darren stared at the center of the yard in shock. None had imagined Yolanda could determine the fate of the Crimson Clan's top assassin in a single move.

Even Nash himself had not expected that his life would fall into the hands of this unremarkable young woman in less than a second.

She had not bothered dressing up today, so she was wearing just a simple dark grey business suit. Yet even this plain outfit by her standards still cost over 100 grand.

Behaving like she owned the place, Miranda marched through the building with her guards. She even told them to rough up Henderson Group's security guards on the way.

She headed straight for the elevator and rode it to the president's office on the top floor. She then kicked the door open.

Harold had been doing some paperwork at his desk. Hearing the noises, he looked up at the door with a frown.

"What's this about?" His displeasure was clear since Miranda had gone too far.