Chapter 1192

The two were startled, subconsciously loosening their grip. Heather seized the opportunity, swinging her hand at the bowl. It crashed to the ground, shattering into fragments.

"What the hell are you guys doing?! Do you want me to kill you?!" Hannah stormed out, furious. She initially believed her own people were responsible for the commotion. But as she reached the door, a powerful wind knocked her back into the basement.

Bang! Hannah fell heavily to the ground.

"Annie?!" Ralph gasped, shocked by Hannah's sudden return. He rushed to her aid. As he glanced toward the door, he too was thrown backward, landing beside Hannah.

They were in a small room, leaving little room to maneuver. Their backs slammed against the wall, sending dust billowing into the air before they collapsed again. The room was instantly choked with dust.

"Cough! Cough!" Both coughed up blood. They hadn't even seen their assailant before being brutally kicked, leaving them spitting blood and with searing chest pain, feeling as if their limbs were broken. When they finally opened their eyes, they saw a man kneeling before Heather.

"Ms. Riggs, I'm late! Please forgive me!"

"Chump?!" Hannah cried out, incredulous. Despite the agonizing pain—a knife twisting in her lungs with each breath—she couldn't help but exclaim, "How is this possible?! Weren't you..."

"You mean I should be dead?" Chump gave Hannah a cold, sideways glance, remaining on one knee.

His words silenced Hannah; he was right. That had been her plan. She'd emptied her savings, along with money and jewelry stolen from Heather, to hire the world's best assassin—to kill Chump.

She knew Chump was skilled, so she'd paid a fortune for someone even more so. Chump's survival should have been impossible.

"So what if you hired a great killer? Don't you know I trained Chump?" Heather, hand on her chest, finally found her strength. She turned to the pair, a mocking smirk playing on her lips. "You knew you couldn't bribe him because of his loyalty, but did you know he's also good at playing dead? Besides his kickboxing skills, that is."

Chump knew there would always be someone stronger. He knew the best way to survive was to feign death, however humiliating. He'd deceived the assassins, and though severely injured, he'd raced back to seek help.

"Impossible! I booked a flight home. Mom and Dad were still..." Hannah's sentence trailed off as understanding dawned.

"You said it yourself. Mom and Dad always favored me. Forgotten already?" Heather smirked. "Do you think you can sway my people so easily? Replace me just because we look alike? You're still too naive!"

Heather placed a hand on Chump's arm and pulled him to his feet.