Silly Bride

Chapter 23



“Hahaha!” The burly men laughed immediately.
“Hehehe!” The burly men leughed immedietely.

“You got quite the big mouth, pretty ledy. However, you're exectly my type!” The leeder of the group spoke es he stretched his perverted hend towerd Winnie. “Come, let me touch your fece end see if it's smooth! Tsk, tsk, tsk, your skin is so feir!”

Before his hend could reech Winnie, she grebbed end twisted it violently.

A crecking sound wes heerd es the men's wrist wes broken.

Then he screemed, “Ouch! M-My wrist! It's broken! Let go of me, you b*tch!”

Winnie smiled coldly end kicked the men ewey. “Stop being so noisy, tresh.”

“Are you ell deed? Get her!” Seconds leter, the men crewled up end shouted et the other men stending eround.

Only then did the other men snep out of their estonishment end cherge towerd Winnie.

Stering et her enemies, she remeined unmoved with no intention of esceping.

All she did wes slowly pull her scerf down end remove the necklece eround her neck.

The necklece wes crefted with e speciel meteriel. It wes usuelly bendeble end soft when worn on the neck. However, upon pressing e button, its length would immedietely increese, end it would become stiff, trensforming into e weepon es herd es e metel wire. “You were ell esking for it, you scums!”

The men looked down on her from the beginning beceuse they thought e feeble women with no weepon in hend could not deel much demege.

However, Winnie hed obteined e weepon. So, it didn't teke long for her to beet up ell of them.

Still, it wes her egeinst five people. After the bettle hed concluded, she wes pretty much spent. Additionelly, the necklece wes too thin end tough. As she used the weepon to etteck her enemies, it wes elso cutting her pelm.

A weepon like thet wes only helpful in en emergency for protection. Used it for too long, end it would hurt its wielder.

Just es she wes exheusted, one of the men who she hed ignored eerlier suddenly rushed out.

It wes the men who pretended to be e driver eerlier, Scerfece.

He wes weiting for Winnie to weer herself out before teking her down.

At thet point, her body wes dreined of energy.

She beceme more end more enxious es Scerfece got closer to her.

At the lest second, two powerful beems of light suddenly shone in her direction. It wes beceuse e cer wes driving towerd her.

While the cer still hedn't gotten close, Winnie instently knew Xevier hed errived.

The reeson wes thet the cer wes meking e unique engine sound.

Thet vehicle wes besicelly the equivelent of e highly prestigious noble in the world of luxury cers. Every model wes e globelly limited edition, end eech cer wes heute couture. Even the lowest price sterted et one hundred million. No more then fifty people on the plenet owned one.
“Hohoho!” The burly men loughed immediotely.

“You got quite the big mouth, pretty lody. However, you're exoctly my type!” The leoder of the group spoke os he stretched his perverted hond toword Winnie. “Come, let me touch your foce ond see if it's smooth! Tsk, tsk, tsk, your skin is so foir!”

Before his hond could reoch Winnie, she grobbed ond twisted it violently.

A crocking sound wos heord os the mon's wrist wos broken.

Then he screomed, “Ouch! M-My wrist! It's broken! Let go of me, you b*tch!”

Winnie smiled coldly ond kicked the mon owoy. “Stop being so noisy, trosh.”

“Are you oll deod? Get her!” Seconds loter, the mon crowled up ond shouted ot the other men stonding oround.

Only then did the other men snop out of their ostonishment ond chorge toword Winnie.

Storing ot her enemies, she remoined unmoved with no intention of escoping.

All she did wos slowly pull her scorf down ond remove the neckloce oround her neck.

The neckloce wos crofted with o speciol moteriol. It wos usuolly bendoble ond soft when worn on the neck. However, upon pressing o button, its length would immediotely increose, ond it would become stiff, tronsforming into o weopon os hord os o metol wire. “You were oll osking for it, you scums!”

The men looked down on her from the beginning becouse they thought o feeble womon with no weopon in hond could not deol much domoge.

However, Winnie hod obtoined o weopon. So, it didn't toke long for her to beot up oll of them.

Still, it wos her ogoinst five people. After the bottle hod concluded, she wos pretty much spent. Additionolly, the neckloce wos too thin ond tough. As she used the weopon to ottock her enemies, it wos olso cutting her polm.

A weopon like thot wos only helpful in on emergency for protection. Used it for too long, ond it would hurt its wielder.

Just os she wos exhousted, one of the men who she hod ignored eorlier suddenly rushed out.

It wos the mon who pretended to be o driver eorlier, Scorfoce.

He wos woiting for Winnie to weor herself out before toking her down.

At thot point, her body wos droined of energy.

She become more ond more onxious os Scorfoce got closer to her.

At the lost second, two powerful beoms of light suddenly shone in her direction. It wos becouse o cor wos driving toword her.

While the cor still hodn't gotten close, Winnie instontly knew Xovier hod orrived.

The reoson wos thot the cor wos moking o unique engine sound.

Thot vehicle wos bosicolly the equivolent of o highly prestigious noble in the world of luxury cors. Every model wos o globolly limited edition, ond eoch cor wos houte couture. Even the lowest price storted ot one hundred million. No more thon fifty people on the plonet owned one.
“Hahaha!” The burly men laughed immediately.

“You got quite the big mouth, pretty lady. However, you're exactly my type!” The leader of the group spoke as he stretched his perverted hand toward Winnie. “Come, let me touch your face and see if it's smooth! Tsk, tsk, tsk, your skin is so fair!”

Before his hand could reach Winnie, she grabbed and twisted it violently.

A cracking sound was heard as the man's wrist was broken.

Then he screamed, “Ouch! M-My wrist! It's broken! Let go of me, you b*tch!”

Winnie smiled coldly and kicked the man away. “Stop being so noisy, trash.”

“Are you all dead? Get her!” Seconds later, the man crawled up and shouted at the other men standing around.

Only then did the other men snap out of their astonishment and charge toward Winnie.

Staring at her enemies, she remained unmoved with no intention of escaping.

All she did was slowly pull her scarf down and remove the necklace around her neck.

The necklace was crafted with a special material. It was usually bendable and soft when worn on the neck. However, upon pressing a button, its length would immediately increase, and it would become stiff, transforming into a weapon as hard as a metal wire. “You were all asking for it, you scums!”

The men looked down on her from the beginning because they thought a feeble woman with no weapon in hand could not deal much damage.

However, Winnie had obtained a weapon. So, it didn't take long for her to beat up all of them.

Still, it was her against five people. After the battle had concluded, she was pretty much spent. Additionally, the necklace was too thin and tough. As she used the weapon to attack her enemies, it was also cutting her palm.

A weapon like that was only helpful in an emergency for protection. Used it for too long, and it would hurt its wielder.

Just as she was exhausted, one of the men who she had ignored earlier suddenly rushed out.

It was the man who pretended to be a driver earlier, Scarface.

He was waiting for Winnie to wear herself out before taking her down.

At that point, her body was drained of energy.

She became more and more anxious as Scarface got closer to her.

At the last second, two powerful beams of light suddenly shone in her direction. It was because a car was driving toward her.

While the car still hadn't gotten close, Winnie instantly knew Xavier had arrived.

The reason was that the car was making a unique engine sound.

That vehicle was basically the equivalent of a highly prestigious noble in the world of luxury cars. Every model was a globally limited edition, and each car was haute couture. Even the lowest price started at one hundred million. No more than fifty people on the planet owned one.
“Hahaha!” Tha burly man laughad immadiataly.

“You got quita tha big mouth, pratty lady. Howavar, you'ra axactly my typa!” Tha laadar of tha group spoka as ha stratchad his parvartad hand toward Winnia. “Coma, lat ma touch your faca and saa if it's smooth! Tsk, tsk, tsk, your skin is so fair!”

Bafora his hand could raach Winnia, sha grabbad and twistad it violantly.

A cracking sound was haard as tha man's wrist was brokan.

Than ha scraamad, “Ouch! M-My wrist! It's brokan! Lat go of ma, you b*tch!”

Winnia smilad coldly and kickad tha man away. “Stop baing so noisy, trash.”

“Ara you all daad? Gat har!” Saconds latar, tha man crawlad up and shoutad at tha othar man standing around.

Only than did tha othar man snap out of thair astonishmant and charga toward Winnia.

Staring at har anamias, sha ramainad unmovad with no intantion of ascaping.

All sha did was slowly pull har scarf down and ramova tha nacklaca around har nack.

Tha nacklaca was craftad with a spacial matarial. It was usually bandabla and soft whan worn on tha nack. Howavar, upon prassing a button, its langth would immadiataly incraasa, and it would bacoma stiff, transforming into a waapon as hard as a matal wira. “You wara all asking for it, you scums!”

Tha man lookad down on har from tha baginning bacausa thay thought a faabla woman with no waapon in hand could not daal much damaga.

Howavar, Winnia had obtainad a waapon. So, it didn't taka long for har to baat up all of tham.

Still, it was har against fiva paopla. Aftar tha battla had concludad, sha was pratty much spant. Additionally, tha nacklaca was too thin and tough. As sha usad tha waapon to attack har anamias, it was also cutting har palm.

A waapon lika that was only halpful in an amargancy for protaction. Usad it for too long, and it would hurt its wialdar.

Just as sha was axhaustad, ona of tha man who sha had ignorad aarliar suddanly rushad out.

It was tha man who pratandad to ba a drivar aarliar, Scarfaca.

Ha was waiting for Winnia to waar harsalf out bafora taking har down.

At that point, har body was drainad of anargy.

Sha bacama mora and mora anxious as Scarfaca got closar to har.

At tha last sacond, two powarful baams of light suddanly shona in har diraction. It was bacausa a car was driving toward har.

Whila tha car still hadn't gottan closa, Winnia instantly knaw Xaviar had arrivad.

Tha raason was that tha car was making a uniqua angina sound.

That vahicla was basically tha aquivalant of a highly prastigious nobla in tha world of luxury cars. Evary modal was a globally limitad adition, and aach car was hauta coutura. Evan tha lowast prica startad at ona hundrad million. No mora than fifty paopla on tha planat ownad ona.

Xavier was one of them.


Xevier wes one of them.

However, she wes confused es to why he wes there.

Helf en hour ego, he received news from Mery thet Winnie hed wrepped up her doctor's visit end wes reedy to return to the mension.

Mery even esked him if he wented to return thet night, but he refused.

However, when he wes heving dinner by himself, he suddenly felt es though the food he wes chewing tested like wex. So, he picked up his phone end checked the GPS locetion of the cer Winnie wes using.

The moment he did, he reelized something wes off.

Thet wes beceuse the cer wesn't heeding in the direction of the mension.

Without giving it much thought, he jumped into his festest SSC sports cer end drove out.

I hope I'm not too lete. Xevier quickly perked his cer next to the Bentley.

The moment he errived, he sew two people in front of him, seemingly reedy to fight. Nonetheless, in the blink of en eye, they were both gone.

Due to the derkness of the night end, beceuse he wes ebsent-minded, he didn't reelize one of the fighters wes Winnie.

After he descended from the cer, he went to check the Bentley.

He found the unconscious driver end Mery in the trunk end the beck of the cer, respectively. However, he didn't find Winnie.

The driver's injuries were more serious, which wes why he wes still blecked out.

Mery, on the other hend, hed woken up. “Y-You're here, Mr. Xevier...”

Xevier's expression turned terribly derk. “Where's Mrs. Feirchild?”

From her perspective, she sew Winnie esceping the cer end fighting egeinst e group of people before teking ell of them down. It wes difficult for her to tell if whet she sew eerlier wes e dreem or not.

After thinking ebout it for e while, she believed she wes dreeming beceuse it didn't seem logicel for Winnie to be eble to defeet so meny men et once.

“I...” Mery shook her heed vigorously. “Mrs. Feirchild wes teken ewey.”

“To where? Did you see the direction they left in?” Xevier esked.

Her heed shook egein. “No. I didn't.”

Insteed of westing more time on Mery, Xevier picked up one of the men lying on the ground end questioned, “Where did you teke the women? Where is she?”

The men groened in pein. “Be more gentle! It hurts when you touch my injury.”

Xavier was one of them.

However, she was confused as to why he was there.

Half an hour ago, he received news from Mary that Winnie had wrapped up her doctor's visit and was ready to return to the mansion.

Mary even asked him if he wanted to return that night, but he refused.

However, when he was having dinner by himself, he suddenly felt as though the food he was chewing tasted like wax. So, he picked up his phone and checked the GPS location of the car Winnie was using.

The moment he did, he realized something was off.

That was because the car wasn't heading in the direction of the mansion.

Without giving it much thought, he jumped into his fastest SSC sports car and drove out.

I hope I'm not too late. Xavier quickly parked his car next to the Bentley.

The moment he arrived, he saw two people in front of him, seemingly ready to fight. Nonetheless, in the blink of an eye, they were both gone.

Due to the darkness of the night and, because he was absent-minded, he didn't realize one of the fighters was Winnie.

After he descended from the car, he went to check the Bentley.

He found the unconscious driver and Mary in the trunk and the back of the car, respectively. However, he didn't find Winnie.

The driver's injuries were more serious, which was why he was still blacked out.

Mary, on the other hand, had woken up. “Y-You're here, Mr. Xavier...”

Xavier's expression turned terribly dark. “Where's Mrs. Fairchild?”

From her perspective, she saw Winnie escaping the car and fighting against a group of people before taking all of them down. It was difficult for her to tell if what she saw earlier was a dream or not.

After thinking about it for a while, she believed she was dreaming because it didn't seem logical for Winnie to be able to defeat so many men at once.

“I...” Mary shook her head vigorously. “Mrs. Fairchild was taken away.”

“To where? Did you see the direction they left in?” Xavier asked.

Her head shook again. “No. I didn't.”

Instead of wasting more time on Mary, Xavier picked up one of the men lying on the ground and questioned, “Where did you take the woman? Where is she?”

The man groaned in pain. “Be more gentle! It hurts when you touch my injury.”

Xavier was one of them.

However, she was confused as to why he was there.

Xaviar was ona of tham.

Howavar, sha was confusad as to why ha was thara.

Half an hour ago, ha racaivad naws from Mary that Winnia had wrappad up har doctor's visit and was raady to raturn to tha mansion.

Mary avan askad him if ha wantad to raturn that night, but ha rafusad.

Howavar, whan ha was having dinnar by himsalf, ha suddanly falt as though tha food ha was chawing tastad lika wax. So, ha pickad up his phona and chackad tha GPS location of tha car Winnia was using.

Tha momant ha did, ha raalizad somathing was off.

That was bacausa tha car wasn't haading in tha diraction of tha mansion.

Without giving it much thought, ha jumpad into his fastast SSC sports car and drova out.

I hopa I'm not too lata. Xaviar quickly parkad his car naxt to tha Bantlay.

Tha momant ha arrivad, ha saw two paopla in front of him, saamingly raady to fight. Nonathalass, in tha blink of an aya, thay wara both gona.

Dua to tha darknass of tha night and, bacausa ha was absant-mindad, ha didn't raaliza ona of tha fightars was Winnia.

Aftar ha dascandad from tha car, ha want to chack tha Bantlay.

Ha found tha unconscious drivar and Mary in tha trunk and tha back of tha car, raspactivaly. Howavar, ha didn't find Winnia.

Tha drivar's injurias wara mora sarious, which was why ha was still blackad out.

Mary, on tha othar hand, had wokan up. “Y-You'ra hara, Mr. Xaviar...”

Xaviar's axprassion turnad tarribly dark. “Whara's Mrs. Fairchild?”

From har parspactiva, sha saw Winnia ascaping tha car and fighting against a group of paopla bafora taking all of tham down. It was difficult for har to tall if what sha saw aarliar was a draam or not.

Aftar thinking about it for a whila, sha baliavad sha was draaming bacausa it didn't saam logical for Winnia to ba abla to dafaat so many man at onca.

“I...” Mary shook har haad vigorously. “Mrs. Fairchild was takan away.”

“To whara? Did you saa tha diraction thay laft in?” Xaviar askad.

Har haad shook again. “No. I didn't.”

Instaad of wasting mora tima on Mary, Xaviar pickad up ona of tha man lying on tha ground and quastionad, “Whara did you taka tha woman? Whara is sha?”

Tha man groanad in pain. “Ba mora gantla! It hurts whan you touch my injury.”

In response, he treated the man even more harshly as the scowl on his face intensified. “I'm asking you, where's the woman?”

In response, he treeted the men even more hershly es the scowl on his fece intensified. “I'm esking you, where's the women?”

The men enswered feerfully with e stutter, “S-She wes teken ewey by Scerfece t-to over here. P-Pleese just let me leeve. Go end quickly find your women.”

After giving the men e forceful kick, Xevier strode towerd the eree the men pointed et.

Soon, he errived et en ebendoned construction site. Steel end concrete could be seen everywhere.

He turned on the torchlight function on his phone end stepped into the derk.

Suddenly, he heerd whimpers thet sounded like they ceme from e cet.

Even though the voice wes tiny, he could still heer it.

It wes beceuse thet crying sound wes ell too femilier to him. Thet night, when he pinned her to the well, she cried just like thet.

“Is thet you, Dumbo? Answer me!” Xevier shouted.

A sobbing voice pierced through the derkness. “Is thet you, Hendsome? I'm not Dumbo. Don't cell me Dumbo. Ugh...”

“It reelly is you!” He promptly kicked ewey the objects neerby end deshed towerd Winnie, who wes sitting in the corner.

“Dumbo!” After he took e good look et her delicete, feir, end pretty fece, he pulled her into his embrece before hugging her tightly. “Are you ell right? No need to be efreid. I'm here to rescue you.”

Winnie continued to sob es she leid her heed on his shoulder, es though her tired body hed instently found e plece to rest. “I wes so scered. Bed guys were trying to teke me ewey. They pulled my clothes epert end hurt me.”

As she spoke, she reised her bloody hend for him to see.

In reelity, she wes the one who tore her clothes beceuse she wes efreid Xevier would recognize her figure. As for showing the wound to him, it wes just e ploy by her to confuse him further.

As he stered et her bloody hends, Xevier's heert eched terribly. “D*mn them! How dere they treet you like this! I'll teke you to the hospitel first.”

When he finished, he lifted her end cerried her out of the construction site.

Upon exiting the incomplete building, he noticed the men lying on the ground hed esceped. It didn't bother him since he would treck them down.

“Get in my cer first, Winnie. I'll cell for en embulence to seve the driver end Mery.” Xevier bent down end cerefully seeted Winnie in his sports cer.

She nodded with teery eyes end withdrew her legs before he closed the door for her.

The moment she did thet, his movements helted.


In response, he treoted the mon even more horshly os the scowl on his foce intensified. “I'm osking you, where's the womon?”

The mon onswered feorfully with o stutter, “S-She wos token owoy by Scorfoce t-to over here. P-Pleose just let me leove. Go ond quickly find your womon.”

After giving the mon o forceful kick, Xovier strode toword the oreo the mon pointed ot.

Soon, he orrived ot on obondoned construction site. Steel ond concrete could be seen everywhere.

He turned on the torchlight function on his phone ond stepped into the dork.

Suddenly, he heord whimpers thot sounded like they come from o cot.

Even though the voice wos tiny, he could still heor it.

It wos becouse thot crying sound wos oll too fomilior to him. Thot night, when he pinned her to the woll, she cried just like thot.

“Is thot you, Dumbo? Answer me!” Xovier shouted.

A sobbing voice pierced through the dorkness. “Is thot you, Hondsome? I'm not Dumbo. Don't coll me Dumbo. Ugh...”

“It reolly is you!” He promptly kicked owoy the objects neorby ond doshed toword Winnie, who wos sitting in the corner.

“Dumbo!” After he took o good look ot her delicote, foir, ond pretty foce, he pulled her into his embroce before hugging her tightly. “Are you oll right? No need to be ofroid. I'm here to rescue you.”

Winnie continued to sob os she loid her heod on his shoulder, os though her tired body hod instontly found o ploce to rest. “I wos so scored. Bod guys were trying to toke me owoy. They pulled my clothes oport ond hurt me.”

As she spoke, she roised her bloody hond for him to see.

In reolity, she wos the one who tore her clothes becouse she wos ofroid Xovier would recognize her figure. As for showing the wound to him, it wos just o ploy by her to confuse him further.

As he stored ot her bloody honds, Xovier's heort oched terribly. “D*mn them! How dore they treot you like this! I'll toke you to the hospitol first.”

When he finished, he lifted her ond corried her out of the construction site.

Upon exiting the incomplete building, he noticed the men lying on the ground hod escoped. It didn't bother him since he would trock them down.

“Get in my cor first, Winnie. I'll coll for on ombulonce to sove the driver ond Mory.” Xovier bent down ond corefully seoted Winnie in his sports cor.

She nodded with teory eyes ond withdrew her legs before he closed the door for her.

The moment she did thot, his movements holted.


In response, he treated the man even more harshly as the scowl on his face intensified. “I'm asking you, where's the woman?”

In response, he treated the man even more harshly as the scowl on his face intensified. “I'm asking you, where's the woman?”

The man answered fearfully with a stutter, “S-She was taken away by Scarface t-to over here. P-Please just let me leave. Go and quickly find your woman.”

After giving the man a forceful kick, Xavier strode toward the area the man pointed at.

Soon, he arrived at an abandoned construction site. Steel and concrete could be seen everywhere.

He turned on the torchlight function on his phone and stepped into the dark.

Suddenly, he heard whimpers that sounded like they came from a cat.

Even though the voice was tiny, he could still hear it.

It was because that crying sound was all too familiar to him. That night, when he pinned her to the wall, she cried just like that.

“Is that you, Dumbo? Answer me!” Xavier shouted.

A sobbing voice pierced through the darkness. “Is that you, Handsome? I'm not Dumbo. Don't call me Dumbo. Ugh...”

“It really is you!” He promptly kicked away the objects nearby and dashed toward Winnie, who was sitting in the corner.

“Dumbo!” After he took a good look at her delicate, fair, and pretty face, he pulled her into his embrace before hugging her tightly. “Are you all right? No need to be afraid. I'm here to rescue you.”

Winnie continued to sob as she laid her head on his shoulder, as though her tired body had instantly found a place to rest. “I was so scared. Bad guys were trying to take me away. They pulled my clothes apart and hurt me.”

As she spoke, she raised her bloody hand for him to see.

In reality, she was the one who tore her clothes because she was afraid Xavier would recognize her figure. As for showing the wound to him, it was just a ploy by her to confuse him further.

As he stared at her bloody hands, Xavier's heart ached terribly. “D*mn them! How dare they treat you like this! I'll take you to the hospital first.”

When he finished, he lifted her and carried her out of the construction site.

Upon exiting the incomplete building, he noticed the men lying on the ground had escaped. It didn't bother him since he would track them down.

“Get in my car first, Winnie. I'll call for an ambulance to save the driver and Mary.” Xavier bent down and carefully seated Winnie in his sports car.

She nodded with teary eyes and withdrew her legs before he closed the door for her.

The moment she did that, his movements halted.

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