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Chapter 1092 A Stroke of Bad Luck
Meanwhile, Azalea had finally left the hospital. There were no tears, but she appeared utterly dejected as if her
very essence had been drained away. Her eyes bore an emptiness, lacking any trace of emotions.
I'm left with nothing now. He's completely gone from my life. Perhaps even the slightest trace of gratitude he had
for me saving his life has turned into disgust. Olivia is one lucky woman! She's got all four kids under her wing.
Honestly, there's nothing to envy about her having those kids. The real catch is that they all belonged to Eugene!
That's what really gets me envious. I can't believe that they have four children! Who on earth could ever separate
them now?
As Azalea reflected on her foolish decision to assist them with a paternity test, a heavy basketball suddenly came
crashing into her back.
Caught off guard, she stumbled ahead and barely managed to keep herself from faceplanting.
Infuriated, she swiftly turned around to confront the person responsible for hurling the ball at her. However, before
she could even catch a glimpse of the culprit, another basketball hurtled toward her again.
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As she struggled to recover from the pain in her stomach, yet another ball barreled straight toward her face.
Thump!
The ball slammed right into her nose, causing an instant surge of pain that left her head spinning. She stumbled
backward, taking several unsteady steps before losing her balance and tumbling to the ground. Instinctively, she
propped herself up with her elbows but inadvertently scraped her skin as she did so. A vivid and mesmerizing
crimson gradually seeped out from her injured elbow.
Frustrated and enraged, she frantically scanned her surroundings as she tried to figure out who was pelting her.
Apart from buildings and people, there was nothing else around. Up ahead, there was just a street with no sign of
anyone who could be responsible for the attacks. "Who? Show yourself if you've got the guts!"
No one responded to her challenge. The onlookers stared at her as if she were a complete lunatic.
At that moment, Azalea seemed to finally realize her disheveled state. As she used her hand to support herself and
tried to crawl up from the ground, something unexpected came pouring down on her from above. Consumed by
panic, she let out a piercing scream, "Ahhh!!"
Her vision seemed obstructed by a vivid substance, and her hand aimlessly wiped away the sticky mess on her
head. Just then, a nauseating stench invaded her nostrils.
Is this… blood? Whose blood is this?
Before she could gather her thoughts, marbles began raining down from all directions. Overwhelmed by the intense
pain, she hastily protected her head with her hands in fear.
"Come out if you've got the guts! Sneaking attacks from the shadows isn't impressive at all!" she shouted in
frustration.
However, no one paid any attention to her rant. The marbles kept coming relentlessly, and it seemed as if they had
a mind of their own, always finding their mark on her precisely. She couldn't defend herself enough with just her
two hands.
In short, she was being attacked from every angle, with not a single part of her body spared from the throbbing
pain.
Azalea realized that she couldn't just stand there and be a moving target. Ignoring the pain of marbles hitting her
body, she struggled to stand up on the ground and shielded her head while making her way toward the side of the
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Little did she know…
Just as she clumsily made it to the street, a black car came speeding toward her from the other side.
The car was moving at an incredible speed, whipping up a gust of wind in its wake as it closed in on her with
dangerous proximity.
Terrified beyond belief, she found herself paralyzed with fear. Instinctively, she hastily lifted her hands to shield her
head and let out a terrified scream, "Ahhh!!"
The screeching sound of brakes echoed despairingly in her ears.
Azalea was so frightened that her legs turned to jelly, and she collapsed onto the ground.
The black car came to a halt a mere inch away from her.
In just a short span of ten minutes, she had endured all sorts of pain. A wave of despair washed over her as she
looked at herself drenched in a ridiculous turn of events. Just my luck! It seems like every little thing becomes a pain
in the neck when bad luck strikes! Seriously, whom the heck is intentionally messing with me?
With a loud slam of a car door, a cold and deep voice accompanied the words, saying, "Have you had enough of
living? Trying to throw yourself under my wheels?"
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