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I reflexively took a step back and immediately assumed a fighting stance. My left hand changed into a palm, just in time to block the incoming attack with the palm of my hand.

A pleasant fragrance wafted over them.

Just as I was hesitating, the woman suddenly moved around to the right of me and punched me in the stomach.

What appeared before me was a beautiful girl's face. It seemed like the girl was around twenty years old. She was wearing a pure white dress with a band around her neck. Her hair was naturally orange-red in color. She had a high nose bridge, big eyes, and beautiful eyes.

She smiled, so innocently.

I was so enthralled by her sweet smile that I forgot about the exchange. Even though she had ambushed me, I could not imagine her as my enemy. There was no trace of hostility on her delicate and charming face. Her beautiful, large eyes flickered as though they were filled with countless secrets. So much so that I forgot to let go of her and just wrapped my arms around her neck and stared at her.

I am thinking, could she be Miss Ita Finley?

Based on her attire and temperament, there was almost no doubt about it.

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"Sorry." The girl's delicate shoulders shook slightly, and she pulled her head away from my arms and stood up straight.

"You are Miss Ita Finley?" I knew she was apologizing for her appearance, smiled a little awkwardly, and spoke to her skillfully in English.

Looking at this beautiful white princess, I wanted to shake her hand in courtesy, but I didn't think that Miss Ita Finley would actually hug me with American etiquette. I was a little flattered. Her body was very fragrant, but it was a fragrance that was completely different from that of a Chinese girl.

"I am Ita Finley." Ita Finley waved his hand and invited me to sit down, and took the lead to break the silence: "Mr. Zhao, are you surprised that I invited you to come here? Also, did I scare you just now? Knowing that your skills are incredible, you sure live up to your name by taking the liberty to try your hand at it. I know that there is an idiom in China called the friendly martial competition, am I right, Mr. Zhao? "

I was shocked, she actually spoke Mandarin!