Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 143

Having a group of burly soldiers get taken down one by one by a young woman was a serious blow to their collective ego.

Commander Reed grabbed one of his subordinates and whispered urgently, “Go find Mr. Thompson. Tell him to get over here and save us from this embarrassment.”

“Mr. Thompson’s too busy for this nonsense. Besides, we’ve got plenty more guys who haven’t gone up yet. We might not lose.”

“Both Victor and I lost. You guys going up there would just be feeding her another win,” Commander Reed said with a sigh.

“She’s just one girl. If we take turns, we can wear her out…” Before he could finish, Commander Reed smacked him on the back of the head.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve, don’t you? A whole platoon of grown men taking turns against one young woman? Do you want our entire military district to become a laughingstock?”

Commander Reed finished his tirade with a kick to the private’s rear.

The soldier dodged and scrambled away to find reinforcements.

On stage, Yvonne had just won another match. She hadn’t had a good, satisfying fight in ages and was feeling more energized with each opponent.

“Who’s next?” she asked, an eyebrow arched. She shone like a little sun, radiating confidence.

Just as the words left her lips, a man in a crisp military uniform was suddenly standing before her.

His features were sharp, his dark eyes as still and deep as a bottomless well.

Yvonne froze, her expression a mixture of shock and confusion as she stared at Bennett, who had appeared out of nowhere. Her heart gave a painful, involuntary squeeze.

“We meet again,” Bennett said, his voice flat.

“Yeah, what a coincidence,” she replied, forcing a smile that took all her effort.

“How do you want to do this?” he asked, cutting straight to the point without any small talk.

“Your choice,” Yvonne said, her confidence unwavering.

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