The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 513

Johanson sneered dismissively, "Cut the crap! | saved your life, so now you belong to me. You're a servant in my household, and you've got no right to complain. Ask anyone around here; once you're on my estate, you don't get to call the shots. You either fall in line, or you face the consequences. Choose wisely."

Faced with this ultimatum, Jonas felt there was nothing left to discuss. His expression hardened as he spoke lowly, "I tried to reason with you, but you're hell-bent on being difficult. Fine, let's settle this the old-fashioned way—with fists!"

With that, Jonas swung a punch at Johanson. He knew this young man of his own age was the leader of the estate. Only by bringing him down could Jonas hope to gain his freedom.

Johanson, caught off-guard by Jonas’ sudden aggression, quickly raised his hands to block and counterattacked with a vicious kick.

Jonas sidestepped and lunged forward again, aiming for a grapple.

Johanson’s lips curved slightly—a worthy opponent had arisen. But he didn't panic. Instead, he shifted his stance, his right hand subtly hooking toward Jonas' throat. Jonas dodged and continued his assault, pounding his fist toward Johanson’s chest.

The two exchanged blows in a frenzied dance. They were evenly matched, making it hard to predict the outcome.

From her vantage point upstairs in the manor, Anna watched the brawl between Jonas and Johanson with trepidation. She feared Johanson might be at a disadvantage, yet, strangely enough, she found herself inwardly rooting for the stranger, hoping he'd escape unharmed.

Onlookers struggled to keep up with the escalating fight, but Johanson knew better than anyone that if it continued, he'd lose to this upstart. As Johanson’s desperation grew, his punches became erratic. Jonas landed several solid hits, and Johanson began to falter.

The butler quickly ushered Anna into a room. "Miss, stay here. I'll go give the Mr. Johanson a hand."NôvelDrama.Org content.

Anna reluctantly nodded. The butler rushed downstairs, took out a small censer and lit incense within it. It was a rare poison the butler had acquired on a trip to Southeast Asia, said to be extracted from a tree by indigenous people. Lit, it would be inhaled through the pores as one sweated, causing unconsciousness.

As Jonas and Johanson fought, their sweat flowed freely. The butler fanned the smoke toward them, and soon Jonas sensed the pungent aroma. He covered his mouth and nose, but not before Johanson’s fist connected with his face.

Johanson prepared for another strike when suddenly his strength left him, and he collapsed. Jonas swayed and fell, cursing, "Despicable! Poison?!" before losing consciousness.

The butler signaled the servants. "Get the Mr. Johanson up. As for this one, tie him up!"

The servants scrambled into action. Johanson was quickly propped up, and the butler waved a smelling salt under his nose. Johanson’s eyes snapped open, bloodshot and angry. Realizing he'd been drugged, he glared at the butler. "Why resort to such dirty tricks? Did you think | couldn't handle him?"

The butler stepped back, stammering, "No, | just... thought you might be getting tired, so | took the liberty..." "Hmph!" Johanson shoved the helping hands away and snapped, "Next time, remember your place before you act on your own!" The butler nodded fervently. "Yes, Mr. Johanson, it won't happen again."

Johanson turned his gaze to Jonas, now tied to a post, and ordered coldly, "Fetch a bucket of water. Wake him up!"

Aservant hurried with the water, dousing Jonas thoroughly. Jonas woke with a start, shaking his drenched hair and glaring fiercely at Johanson, "Coward! Unhand me!"

Trembling with rage, Johanson motioned for his riding crop. "Bring me my whip!" He approached Jonas with contempt. "In my house, you follow my rules. If you can't, I'll teach you how to behave." Jonas spat back, "Shameless! Resorting to poison because you can't win a fair fight? Release me!"

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His words instantly stoked a fire in Johanson’s mind. He'd lost his mother when he was just a kid, and his dad, Grant, had never been one for warm and fuzzies. Jonas’ words struck a nerve for him.

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