The instant Ivy Holden's gaze landed on the man's feet, he suddenly moved.
He was incredibly fast. In a flash of cold steel, the edge of a combat knife was at Ivy Holden's throat.
His blade was fast, but Ivy Holden's foot was faster.
Before the blade could get within two inches of Ivy Holden's throat, her foot slammed into the man's abdomen. With a grunt, he was thrown backward.
Because of the awkward angle, Ivy Holden's kick wasn't clean. It only had about sixty percent of her usual power.
The security guards outside heard the commotion and rushed in. In a panic, the man grabbed Phoebe Buck and locked his arm around her neck.
"Nobody move. One move and I'll snap her neck."
"Ah—Boss, save me!" Phoebe Buck cried out, her face pale with terror.
"I'm your target. Killing her won't do you any good. Let her go, and I'll go with you," Ivy Holden said coldly.
