"What man could keep his cool when faced with a breathtaking beauty like you..." Phoenix Grayson said, lunging at Ivy Holden.
Ivy Holden swiftly sidestepped, then lifted her leg and kicked Phoenix Grayson right in the ass.
Phoenix Grayson never expected Ivy Holden to dodge, and it was too late for him to pull back. The powerful kick landed squarely on his ass, sending him pitching forward. He tumbled head over heels down the stairs, rolling all the way to the next landing.
Ivy Holden didn't press the attack. Instead, she just smiled and walked away.
But Phoenix Grayson's nightmare was far from over. His suffering had only just begun.
While he was still curled up on the landing, unable to process what had just happened, a pair of military boots appeared in his line of sight.
"You—" Before Phoenix Grayson could get a single word out, a brutal kick slammed into his stomach.
Then came another kick, and another.
Each one landed squarely on his soft, vulnerable gut.
