Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

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Chapter 897

Dylan and Natasha stood amidst a sea of travelers at the Jayrodale

Airport's arrival plaza, their crew of over a hundred trained

enforcers blending seamlessly into the crowd.

'They looked relaxed on the surface, but in reality, their eyes were

locked on their incoming target-Phantom Eye.

Dylan turned and glanced toward the far corner.

There, sitting quietly on a bench like a delicate doll, was Shiloh,

her face hidden beneath a white veil. She was completely absorbed

in scrolling through short videos on her phone.

Dylan could not help but grumble, "Seriously? Mr. Lloyd actually

sent this scatterbrained woman to deal with Phantom Eye? What

the hell was he thinking?"

Natasha took one look at Shiloh and felt a muscle twitch in her

face. " Quit whining. Mr. Lloyd gave the order, so we should just

follow it. Besides, we wouldn't normally even get the chance to

face someone like Phantom Eye. This is our shot to see what a

Blumedale martial arts legend is really made of."

Natasha was far more patient than Dylan, but even she had her

doubts.

Dylan scoffed. "Come on, Natasha. Do you really think Shiloh-the

softest, most harmless-looking little lamb T've ever seen-can

handle Phantom Eye?"

Natasha shook her head. "No idea. But if she can't, there's still the

two of us."

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Dylan snorted. "Damn right. Who cares if he's some big shot from

Blumedale? If we have to, we'll take him down ourselves."

Just as the words left his mouth, he felt a light tap on his shoulder.

Turning around, he forced a nervous chuckle. "Shiloh... uh, what

are you doing over here?"

Shiloh's pale, unreadable gaze flicked over him. "Next time,

remember-I'm not some soft little lamb, and I'm not some

airheaded woman, either."

"['m stubborn, and I hold grudges. So if you keep saying things I

don't like..." She tilted her head slightly. "I'll beat the crap out of

you."

Dylan's face turned beet red. Getting called out-by a woman, no

less-was a first for him.

However, before he could say anything, Shiloh walked past him

without another word.

Natasha suddenly tensed. Her eyes locked on the terminal doors as

she muttered, "Get ready. Phantom Eye is here."

Dylan's body stiffened immediately as he turned to face forward.

Phantom Eye stepped into the plaza, his two bodyguards flanking

him. A slow, eerie smirk played on his lips as he eyed the three

standing in his path.

"So, you're the ones who think you can discipline me?"

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Dylan and Natasha swallowed hard. Even though Phantom Eye had

not lifted a finger, his sheer presence alone sent a suffocating chill

down their spines.

So, this was the difference of a semi-martial king. Just standing in

front of him made their instincts scream danger.

"Phantom Eye, sir, we-"

Dylan forced a polite smile, trying to stall for time. However, the

next second, his breath hitched, and his eyes widened with

disbelief.

Natasha was not any better-she looked like she had just seen a

ghost in broad daylight.

Shiloh, without saying a single word, had already stepped forward

Without warning, she slapped Phantom Eye across the face. There

was no hesitation or buildup, just a clean, effortless slap.

The entire plaza seemed to freeze.

Meanwhile, Phantom Eye did not even flinch. His remaining eye

gleamed with amusement and mockery, as if he were watching a

child throw a tantrum.

"Interesting," he mused. "A delicate little woman like you-

someone who probably struggles to even lift a bucket of water-

dares to lay a hand on me?"

He did not move, nor did he defend himself. Instead, he let out a

low chuckle. "Oh, I see now. You must be one of the women I've

slept with before, right? That explains it. Guess you did your

homework-found out when I was arriving, planned this whole

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little stunt."

He grinned as he admired Shiloh's fair skin. "Fine. If slapping me

makes you feel better, go ahead. As they say, there's nothing more

dangerous than a woman scorned."

Phantom Eye casually smirked, completely unfazed. After all, in his

mind, she was just another bitter woman he had discarded along

the way.

What harm could she possibly do?