CHAPTER 49: I’VE BEEN MISSING YOU ALL DAY LONG

Hilla’s voice wasn’t loud, but it had already spread throughout the entire alley.

Her clear and melodious voice echoed in everyone’s ears. It was like the most moving piece of music.

Those men were enchanted by Hilla’s voice and obsessed with her smile. They didn’t care about the arrogance in Hilla’s words.

"I like you, girl!"

"Since you’ve come to us, we’ll play with you."

To be beautiful was a blessing for a woman and also a calamity. Hilla had experienced a lot of such disasters in the past few months since Holt Corporation went bankrupt.

She even felt that these people were more adorable than Rudi.

The smile on her face and the mole below her eyes both added to her beauty.

"Hilla, leave me alone. Just go and call my brother."

Margaret’s low voice came from the crowd in darkness.

She was very touched that Hilla could come to rescue her, but how could two girls defeat four or five men? Margaret knew that she was dead for sure, but she shouldn’t pull Hilla down with her.

Hilla stroked her long hair with her slender fingers and laughed, "These lady-killers want me. Why should I call you brother?"

"That’s right. Silly girl, do you think that playing with us is not exciting enough so you want your brother to join us?"

"You ... Shame on you!"

Margaret’s tears had already dried. The cool snowflakes that fell on her face cause her a burst of stinging pain.

"Since you are so cooperative, we will be gentle to you."

Hilla put on a flirting smile. She was like a red plum flower with thorns swaying in the snowy night, beautiful and soul-stirring. "You don’t have to be gentle. Just try your best. Your arms and legs will soon be useless."

Hilla was so charming, and the provocation and sarcasm in her words added to her aggressive beauty.

These men finally understood the meaning of her words. One of them laughed, "The words of a beautiful girl are always pleased to hear."

"But we don’t know whose arms and legs will be out of use."

As the man spoke, Hilla took out an abandoned baseball bat from a pile of junk.

Hilla rolled her beautiful eyes and smiled in satisfaction, "You guys are unlucky. Look what I found. I don’t know what will happen if I hit you too hard with the bat. Why don’t you guys kneel down and beg me in advance and I’ll change it to a smaller weapon?"

"You want to fight with us? Guys, who is going first?"

These hooligans only took Hilla’s words as a bluff. How could a skinny girl beat them?

Therefore, they felt that Hilla was deliberately stalling for time.

"I’ll go first. I like this beautiful girl."

One of them said and released Margaret. He walked toward Hilla gleefully.

There came two dull sounds. The man was knocked down by two hits. His arm was broken. The other hooligans were stunned when they saw this.

They had seen ruthless women, but they had never met such a fierce one who fought elegantly and mercilessly.

"She can fight!"

The rest of them tensed up, as if they were about to be like the men on the ground.

They looked at each other and got their wooden sticks.

"It’s much fairer now. No matter what you do, I have no intention of showing mercy."

Then Hilla swung the bat hard as she dodged someone’s attack. The two sticks met and let out a loud bang. Only a pink figure flashed in the night, and then two men were lying on the ground.

Compared to bare-handed, Hilla, who had the weapon in her hand, could easily break people’s arms and knock them out.

Hilla seemed to hit hard, but each move was in control. She avoided all the important body parts and only attacked the most vulnerable parts. It took skills to knock people out properly so that when they woke up, they had a concussion but no bleeding.

"Don’t move. Put down the bat, or I’ll scratch her face."

Hilla turned around. The rays of backlight shined on her, as if she were coated with a layer of gold. Her gaze fell on the knife in front of Margaret.

She faintly smiled and said, "You put your knife in the wrong position."

"Hilla, help me! I don’t want to be disfigured."

Margaret bit her lips. She had been stunned by Hilla’s moves. She thought Hilla was so cool and that only Hilla could save her. So when Margaret came to her senses, she asked Hilla for help. Although she was not so frightened, she was afraid of becoming ugly.

It was natural for women to love beauty, not to mention Margaret, who had been adored since she was young.

Hilla stopped smiling, her eyes getting colder. "The medical technology is so advanced now, and she can go for surgery or even change her face. No one will be afraid of being scratched in the face."

The man was stunned. That was right. That was no threat at all!

However, although they were hooligans, they had never killed anyone. They nervously put the knife on Margaret’s neck.

The sharp blade quickly drew a red blood mark on Margaret’s snow-white neck.

"If I don’t disfigure her, I’ll take her life!"

"Hilla, I am scared!"

Margaret, who had closed her eyes just now, opened wide again after this sentence.

Hilla looked at the two people opposite her and smiled at the man,

"You are funny. What you did just now was an attempted injury. If you admit your guilt, you will only have to stay in prison for a few days and pay a fine. Even if you take out a knife now, it is only a threat and you will be imprisoned for a few months. But if you took her life ... Then you were a murderer.

"I’m afraid it’s a felony. You will be alone in prison for a few years. Unfortunately, these guys were all knocked out. If they wake up, they may not ask to be taken to jail. After you get released, will you still be friends?"

People tended to fail to think of the consequences when they did something impulsively. But Hilla was different. She told him every possible result, especially the final result, which was often something people did not want to hear.

"I..."

"I won’t let you go. How about this, you put away the knife and allow me to knock you out as I did to them. Or you may knock yourself out. That’s the same!"

...

Hearing what Hilla said, the man was stunned.

Let him knock himself out? What was this woman thinking?

Hilla was not in a hurry. She threw the baseball bat to the ground and shook the dirt in her hand, "Hurry up. If I take action, I’m afraid that you will lose one more leg."

If the man thought Hilla was bluffing before, he now knew it was all true when he saw his companions lying on the ground unconscious.

This was a dead end. It was for this woman. But now it became a dead-end for himself.

It was impossible for him to run away. The only exit was where Hilla stood. Based on his observation just now, he knew that he would not have a chance to escape from this girl.

Most importantly, he was more concerned with what Hilla said just now. He didn’t want to go to jail or become a murderer, so ... fainting seemed to be his best choice.

He let go of Margaret. Margaret fell to the ground out of fear. Then she ran to Hilla after she regained her senses. She threw herself into Hilla’s arms and hugged Hilla tightly.

"I am so scared. Thank God, you’re here..."

Margaret cried like a child. The man seized the opportunity to run out when he saw Hilla being hugged by Margaret.

Seeing this, Hilla turned another direction and threw out a dart that she had been keeping close to her pocket.

The dart pierced into the man’s calf. He screamed in pain and knelt on the ground.

"You’re not keeping your end of the bargain. You agreed to knock yourself out. But now you run. You’re dishonest, aren’t you? You should know that I hate people who are not dishonest the most," Hilla said with her brisk voice.

As she spoke, she pushed away Margaret and walked over. Before the man could beg for mercy, he was knocked out by a stick.

Margaret looked at Hilla who was quick at this attack. Suddenly she felt like she saw a heroine who was shining brightly.

Hilla was so cool. If Hilla were a man, she would marry Hilla even if she needed to hand over the Anderson family.

"Damn it, you are so dishonest. I will break one more leg of yours."

Hilla pulled out the dart and put it into her pocket. She pulled Margaret’s hand and stepped on the man without hesitation.

With only two light crisp sounds, the man on the ground twitched a few times and then passed out.

In the quiet alley, the two women walked out step by step under the light. Margaret looked at Hilla who was glowing and slowly put on a smile.

Feeling Margaret’s footsteps slow down, Hilla turned around, only to find Margaret looking at her with a silly smile.

Couldn’t this girl have been scared silly just now, right?

She frowned and stopped. Then she hugged Margaret’s slender waist and said, "Don’t be afraid. I’ll take you home now."

"Okay."

Margaret replied in a daze, still wearing that silly smile. Hilla looked at her and sighed. She wondered if Bruce would blame her when he saw Margaret being so like this.

Outside the alley, seeing Hilla walking out, Rigel said, "I’ve already called the police. They’ll be here soon. Are you alright?"

Although he asked, he was very clear that Hilla would be fine.

He had seen what Hilla had done in the past, and he was afraid that he would be intimidated again, so he didn’t follow Hilla in. Instead, he stood outside to keep watch.

Hilla didn’t mind at all. She made a ’move’ gesture to Rigel and stuffed Margaret into the car.

At this time, it was still slowly snowing. Even if they didn’t take care of those men inside, the cold night would be hard enough for those men.

Rigel was about to sit in, but he found the door was locked.

"My sister is injured. I need to take her home. Rigel, you can walk back by yourself!"

Having said that, Hilla started the car and drove off without hesitation, leaving Rigel standing at the entrance of the alley with a puzzled face.

She clearly said she would send him home just now, but now she threw him to the side of the road and wanted him to walk back by himself.

What kind of sister? If he wasn’t mistaken, that was the third daughter of the Anderson family who came back from abroad a few days ago. How did she become Hilla’s sister?

In the villa of the Anderson family.

As soon as they came back, Orlenna hurried over. Seeing Margaret, she said nervously, "You guys ... didn’t fight, right?"

She felt bad when she heard Margaret run out today. She thought that Margaret went to find trouble with Hilla. But when she called Hilla, she only found Hilla’s phone was turned off.

She had been waiting for an entire day. If Hilla hadn’t returned safe and sound, she

might start wondering if something happened to her.

"Fight? Why do we fight?"

Hilla had a strange look. Margaret blushed. Orlenna was about to say something but Margaret interrupted her anxiously, "Mom, don’t talk nonsense. How could I fight with her? Besides, she is so powerful. How could I beat her?"

Although Margaret seemed like complaining, her little face could not help but turn red as she spoke. She clasped her clothes, looking like a girl who fell in love.

Orlenna was stunned. She looked at Margaret for a moment, and then said to Hilla, "Bruce has been waiting for you in the room for a day. You can go back to your room first."

Hilla’s heart skipped when she heard this. She turned around and went upstairs. "Bad luck..."

Margaret was about to follow but was pulled back by Orlenna. Orlenna asked, "What are you going to do now? Hilla is your sister-in-law. If you make things difficult for her again, I..."

"Mom, you are annoying. I want to go back to my room."

"You are not allowed to cause any more trouble for Hilla."

"I won’t!"

As she spoke, her face turned red again. She tugged at the corner of her clothes and whispered, "She doesn’t find me troublesome either."

Orlenna frowned. What was wrong with this child? Seeing the red mark on her neck, Orlenna exclaimed, "Are you injured? What happened?"

It seemed like they encountered danger.

Margaret pouted her lips and dodged, "Mom, what are you doing? I already said everything was fine. It is not what you think. Hilla will take care of me."

Orlenna was speechless.

What did this have to do with Hilla? Why would Hilla take care of her?

The bedroom door was quietly opened. A person popped out. Before she could see the situation in the room, she heard Bruce say, "You are finally willing to come back!"

Hilla jumped in from the door with a sweet smile on her little face. She walked over with quickened pace and threw herself on the bed. Hands supporting her chin, she raised her beautiful little face and smiled, "Mom said you’ve been waiting for me for a day."

Bruce didn’t deny it. He handed over a cup of warm milk, correcting, "More exactly, I’ve been missing you all day long!"