Mr. Sterling, Mrs. Sterling is Multifaceted!-Chapter 188: What Are You Afraid Of

After speaking, Nathan Ayers was stunned himself. What did he just say?

Did he actually suggest Seraphina Redgrave go placate Young Master Sterling? If Ethan Sterling found out, would he still have his life? 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Seraphina Redgrave looked at Nathan Ayers helplessly.

Who on earth gave Nathan Ayers the courage to say such a thing about placating Ethan Sterling?

That man is ambitious, holding the power over life and death; why would he need her to placate him?

"Miss, just pretend I didn’t say anything."

Nathan Ayers’ face was full of pain.

Seraphina Redgrave thought back to Ethan Sterling’s eyes filled with anxiety when he burst through the door and sighed inwardly. She actually hoped Ethan Sterling wouldn’t regard her as too important.

"I’ll go talk to him."

Nathan Ayers looked at Seraphina Redgrave with gratitude overflowing.

After a bit of practice, when Seraphina Redgrave walked out of the lounge, her shoes were wet, and her neck and arms were sore.

Lately, she hadn’t exercised much, so even a little movement made her feel tired.

If she continued to be this lazy, the skills honed in the restricted zone would go to waste.

Seraphina Redgrave walked to the elevator and found that it had been stopped to make way for the competition. She took out her phone and started to call Ethan Sterling.

She didn’t know where Ethan Sterling was, perhaps back at the competition site?

The call was disconnected due to overtime; no one answered.

Tsk.

Seraphina Redgrave wasn’t even mad when Ethan Sterling was misunderstood by Ronan Yates and Beatrice Fawcett as her calling a duck. Yet he was busy being angry all day.

Just as Seraphina Redgrave was about to call again, she suddenly felt like someone was secretly watching her.

Her back felt like it was on fire.

Her expression turned grave, and she quickly turned around, only to see a window not far away being broken open from the outside. A dark figure swung in on a rope from the outside, aiming an arm at Seraphina Redgrave.

A sleeve arrow.

"Whoosh!"

A short arrow shot through the air, and Seraphina Redgrave swiftly dodged.

The person was momentarily stunned, but quickly fired a second, then a third arrow.

This person’s skills were exceptional, obviously someone who made a living by killing.

Such a straightforward and direct killing method was completely different from those trying to cause an accident in the lounge to make her die!

The person who tampered with the lounge should be Caleb Crawford.

So who was this?

Was it Selena Quinn, or a conglomerate whose interests she had impacted?

Seraphina Redgrave didn’t ponder further, and turned to run. A competition was still ongoing in the arena, she couldn’t go over there and disrupt Beatrice Fawcett’s competition!

With this in mind, she dodged several arrows and turned a corner toward the stairwell.

The assassin chased closely, shooting arrows as they pursued.

The stairwell was vast and empty.

The person chasing Seraphina Redgrave cautiously raised an arm, slowly descended, occasionally peering down.

"What are you looking at?"

A girl’s voice sounded from behind the assassin.

The voice was calm, devoid of any emotion.

The assassin quickly turned around, attempting to aim, only to be kicked in the arm, causing the sleeve arrow to fall out of the sleeve.

Hiding behind the stairwell door, Seraphina Redgrave charged forward, grasped the handrail, and delivered a roundhouse kick to the assassin’s head.

"Bang!"

The assassin didn’t expect the target to have such good skills, and his vision went dark as he fell heavily to the ground.

Before hitting the ground, he shot one last arrow upwards.

What did that mean?

Seraphina Redgrave hesitated for a moment, then instinctively dodged, but it was too late.

Something exploded above her head, with a large amount of liquid flowing down. She dodged, but couldn’t avoid it completely.

Her nose filled with a pungent smell.

Alcohol.

Seraphina Redgrave looked up to see several bottles hanging above, all filled with a clear liquid.

Well played.

A worthy opponent.

They predicted her movement path, knowing she’d counterattack in the stairwell and prepared the alcohol for her.

As for the assassin, he had already stood up, smiled at her, then pulled out a lighter and directly ignited the tip of the sleeve arrow.

The arrowhead instantly burst into flames.

That fierce?

No wonder Ethan Sterling said she’d die today.

All the same, whether she would die, only Seraphina Redgrave herself could decide.

A sleeve arrow flew out.

Supporting herself on the handrail, Seraphina Redgrave flipped down the stairs.

The assassin lit a second sleeve arrow, and Seraphina Redgrave felt her alcohol-drenched clothes, quickly running downstairs.

"Slide straight down!"

An urgent shout echoed in the stairwell, coming from below.

Seraphina Redgrave breathed heavily and looked down, seeing Ethan Sterling standing on some unknown floor, clutching the handrail, his expression grim.

Seraphina Redgrave knew sliding down would definitely be the fastest way to widen the gap with the assassin, but it was too dangerous as there would be no way to dodge during the slide, giving the assassin a chance to gauge her speed.

If she returned through the emergency exit to the corridor, using the door to block the assassin, it’s possibly safer.

Seraphina Redgrave hesitated for a moment, and Ethan Sterling gritted his teeth: "I’ll catch you below, what are you afraid of!"

His voice was particularly resonant in the empty stairwell, and Seraphina Redgrave was also taken aback.

In an instant, her thoughts gathered.

She hesitated no longer, jumped to sit on the handrail, and began sliding down rapidly.

The spiral stairwell was silent. She completely released herself to slide down with gravitational acceleration, as if she might fly out the next moment.

Seraphina Redgrave’s body was full of the smell of alcohol.

Ethan Sterling was not far away.

Seraphina Redgrave saw him pull out a handgun and paused, reaching towards her.

Those eyes fixed on her, like she was staring into a bottomless abyss.

The black cat tattoo on Ethan Sterling’s wrist was like a soul taking lives, wanting to ensnare her so that she could never leave him.

Seraphina Redgrave didn’t know why she thought this way, but even in this brief moment, she had no time for extra thoughts.

She knew.

She was now accepting Ethan Sterling’s protection.

The assassin standing upstairs aimed at Seraphina Redgrave; like her thinking, the assassin began calculating her speed, probably intending to shoot her down directly.

"Bang!"

The gunfire came from below.

It was Ethan Sterling pulling the trigger.

The assassin immediately dodged, but in the next second turned around again, Seraphina Redgrave was still on the handrail, and the person below would not dare to shoot recklessly for fear of hitting her.

The gunshot was just to scare him.

Thinking this, the assassin wasn’t afraid anymore, turned his head and started to aim at Seraphina Redgrave’s figure.

After analyzing all the elements.

The assassin determined the best method to kill, leaving no hesitation to release the rocket at the opportune moment.

The arrow flew by like a flaming meteor, the flame not extinguished but burning larger.

Seraphina Redgrave heard the sound of the sleeve arrow slicing through the air and had already slid in front of Ethan Sterling. She wanted to jump down, but there was no time left.

Ethan Sterling’s eyes flashed coldly, tightly grasping Seraphina Redgrave’s wrist, and pulled hard, wrapping her protectively in his embrace.

His fluid motion suddenly froze.