That Girl is Strange

Clark reacted swiftly, dodging Anthony's move. However, this made it more challenging for him to launch a sneak attack.

"Hmph!" Anthony snorted, swiftly moving to Isabella's side, lifting her up, and holding her in his arms. He gripped her neck tightly.

"You care about this woman, don't you?" Anthony said with a hint of amusement. "As long as you dare to approach me, I'll strangle her. Let's see what you'll do!"

With her neck squeezed, Isabella's face turned red. She struggled to break free, but it was futile. She stared at Anthony, disbelief in her eyes. Could it be that all the kindness he showed her before was just a facade?

At this moment, Clark stood on the opposite side. Twenty seconds had passed, leaving ten more seconds. How could he win in such a short time?

Ten seconds, how could he secure victory?

Seeing Anthony using Isabella as a shield, Clark wanted to curse him out loud, but he had to endure. Time was running out.