Chapter 1895

On the city wall, there were still more than a dozen Hidden Dragons experts. However, none of them dared to move, and Victoria did not even spare these ants a glance.

“Riker, you cowardly scum, how dare you touch Andrew!” Victoria’s expression was calm, showing neither joy nor sorrow. “Time to die!”

With a surge of force from her hand, Riker’s neck snapped as if crushed by a ton of steel. Then, she hurled him from the wall with brutal force.

A car below was flattened into a pancake on impact.

Riker landed on his back and coughed up a thick gush of blood mixed with bits of his organs, spraying into the air. Just like that, two-thirds of his life was gone, and he was barely clinging on.

Victoria turned toward Andrew and suddenly smiled. “Sorry, I’m late. I hope you’re not mad. I ran into a little trouble when entering Goldridge territory, so that’s what held me up. Andrew, go ahead first.”

But Andrew quickly said, “Victoria, I’m safe now. Let’s leave together.”

She shook her head. “You’ve survived multiple near-death situations here in Goldridge. I need to have a chat with Henry and find out exactly what the hell he’s playing at. Go. Madam Valencia is catching up, and I can’t cover you if I’m tied down again.”

Andrew’s expression darkened. He knew Grace because she had once joined in the ambush against Jerome. She was dangerous.

“Then, take care of yourself, Victoria. Promise me you won’t get hurt. Get back to Blumedale as soon as you can,” he said solemnly.

Victoria’s face flushed for a moment, as if she had remembered something. “Go on. I may not be a martial saint, but I can still kill one. Your concern may be unnecessary, but… it still makes me happy.”

Grace appeared on the far side of the wall, her face dark with fury. “Victoria, you little tramp. Come on then! Let’s see who comes out on top this time.”

Judging by her disheveled look, she had clearly suffered during their last encounter.

Andrew jumped into one of the Hidden Dragons’ SUVs, slammed the gas, and sped out of Goldridge without looking back.

Victoria stood atop the wall, watching him disappear into the horizon, before she finally turned away.

“Madam Valencia, I’ve no desire to kill you. So do yourself a favor and stop throwing your life away. The one I’m here for is Henry, not some old hag like you.”

Her voice turned icy, razor-sharp.

Grace looked visibly wary and hissed, “Victoria, why couldn’t you just stay in Gabo Creek where you belonged? You stay out of Goldridge, and we’ll stay out of your mess. Was that too much to ask?”

Victoria let out a mocking laugh. “I go wherever I damn well please. Besides, you’re getting old. Your strength is slipping fast. You might want to stop pushing your luck.”

Grace clenched her fists and snapped, “You might be a rare Pale Specter Constitution, invincible in combat, but every time you use your power, that deadly malevolent energy builds up in your body. You’ve killed enough over the years. If you keep it up, it’s going to consume you from the inside out.”

Victoria chuckled coldly. “Everyone dies someday. I may be a woman, but I’ve never feared anyone in my life. And if you’re still too dumb to understand, then I’ll finish you first, and go after Henry next.”

Grace backed away step by step. Then, she suddenly turned and fled. “Fine. I’m out. I want nothing more to do with the McCormick family’s business. But Victoria, if you think killing Mr. Fischer is going to be easy, you’re dreaming. You were doomed the moment you stepped into this game. We’ll see how this ends!”

Victoria leapt down from the wall and stormed into Goldridge. “Do I care whether I have a good ending or not? My life has always been mine to define. Not some nobodies like you.”