Chapter 285

Calliope stepped forward, giving a nod of acknowledgment to her opponents.

With a slight, confident smile, she said, “Let’s give it all we’ve got, folks. I’d prefer a quick and decisive match.”

Her opponents exchanged surprised glances, not expecting such boldness from Calliope. They thought she was being overly cocky.

But Calliope remained unruffled, fully prepared for what was to come.

“Is she seriously going to fight in high heels and an evening gown?” someone in the crowd murmured.

“Come on. That’s ridiculous!”

“She should at least change into something more practical.”

“Does she think she can take down these experts in a few minutes? These guys are TV–famous, big names!”

“Yara went through quite an effort to bring them here.”

“They’re top–tier in the bodyguard world, renowned for their skills!”

The chatter was skeptical, with not many placing their bets on Calliope.

“She’ll win,” Wynton said confidently, holding his jacket that Calliope had worn earlier. “She’s incredible!”

“How do you know?”

“No way. These guys are legends. There’s no way Calliope can beat them!”

“Yeah, is she even that agile?”

“Sure, she’s got strength, maybe even superhuman, but fighting isn’t just about strength but skill! Especially against martial arts champs!”

“Mr. Stewart, do you think Calliope will win?” someone asked Uriah.

Uriah hesitated. He’d never expected much before, but slowly, he’d realized he might have underestimated her. With Silas not worried at all, it seemed she could definitely handle it.

Yet, he was puzzled. Mavis always said Calliope was full of surprises, but he hadn’t realized how much.

Facing world champions, if she won, wouldn’t that mean she could represent the country or something?

Uriah winced. International champions were a big deal. Her talent was almost frightening.

He suspected she could win, but he wasn’t sure how long it would take. Hopefully, it wouldn’t drag out into a grueling affair.

Uriah shrugged. “I’m not sure.”

“Mr. Stewart, don’t underestimate her!” Wynton glared at him.

Uriah was speechless.

Meanwhile, Yara, chain–smoking like a chimney, was torn. She admired Calliope but was irked at the thought of losing the bet and having to let Silas go. She was a bit miffed, having to give up the man she fancied.

Calliope, on the other hand, was already in motion. As she raised her eyes, one of the opponents lunged at her with lightning speed.

She stood still, waiting for the right moment, then struck with precision and swiftness. In that split second, she moved so fast that only a blur was visible.

The audience could barely grasp what had happened and only saw the attacker suddenly hit the ground. Then, a woman rushed in next, moving even faster, coordinating with others to throw Calliope off.