Transmigrated Into The True Heiress-Chapter 87: A Spar

Eira spent her morning exploring the city, visiting various spots, and indulging in a little solo enjoyment. By the time afternoon rolled around, she was seated at a cozy restaurant in a bustling mall, savoring her meal when her phone buzzed. Jania’s name flashed on the screen.

She answered casually, "Hello?"

"Where are you? Are you busy?" Jania’s tone was direct.

"No, I’m at a restaurant in the mall. Not busy. Why?"

"The DNA results are out."

Eira blinked, a little surprised. "Already? That was fast. But... Do I really need to come over?"

There was a pause before Jania responded, suspicious. "What’s with that tone? Didn’t you just say you weren’t busy?"

"I’m not, and I just asked, okay?" Eira admitted, rolling her eyes. "I just don’t see the point since I already know what the results will say."

Jania’s voice grew more pointed. "Why don’t you want to come over? Wait—does this have to do with what happened between you and Master Lyle?"

Eira’s eyes widened, her tone defensive. "You know? Did he... fucking say something?"

"No, no!" Jania cut in. "I don’t know anything, and he didn’t tell me. But the atmosphere between you two at lunch the other day? It was... tense. Tense enough to say a lot."

Eira sighed. "Yeah, I guess you’re not wrong."

"Mm-hmm. Master Lyle was distant—more than usual—and you were quiet—very unusual. So? Want to talk about it?"

"Talk? Are you kidding? That’s the last thing I want to do."

"He’s not at the mansion."

"He’s not–" Eira hesitated before asking, "Where did he go?"

Jania chuckled softly. "He flew to Texas last night for a project supervision. So... are you coming over or what? We could spar while we’re at it. That fight we had at the hospital? Unfair and unsatisfying. And don’t think I’ve forgotten the smug smile you gave me while pressing that gun to my gut. Come on, Ephyra. Give me a chance to kick your ass."

Eira smirked, leaning back in her chair. "You wish. But sure, I’ll let you try."

"Perfect! Don’t keep me waiting."

"Wouldn’t dream of it. See you soon," Eira replied, cutting the call. She paid her bill and exited the mall, instructing Reed to drive her to the mansion.

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When they arrived, Eira stepped out of the car and walked up to the imposing double doors. As she approached, the doors swung open, and Han greeted her with a polite bow.

"Good afternoon, Miss Allen."

"Good afternoon, Han. And please call me Ephyra," she replied with a small smile.

"Miss Ephyra, Miss Jania asked me to take you to the training center. Please, follow me."

"Lead the way," she said, falling into step behind him.

The walk to the training center took about twelve minutes, ending at a sleek metal door. Han placed his hand on the scanning device beside it, and the door slid open with a faint hiss.

"This is it," Han said, stepping aside. "Just walk straight down the hallway, and you’ll find a staircase. Go down, and you’ll see the training area."

"Thanks, Han." Eira smiled before stepping into the rectangular hallway, the faint hum of technology buzzing in the air.

She walked at a steady pace, the glow of LED strips on the walls guiding her. After nearly a minute, the staircase came into view, spiraling downwards into what seemed like an expansive, futuristic facility.

As she descended, her eyes widened. The space was enormous, with gleaming white walls, high ceilings, and state-of-the-art equipment. Training rooms lined the corridors, their glass walls offering glimpses of various high-tech simulations.

Eira wandered briefly before locating the hand-to-hand combat section. The expansive room was illuminated with soft white lights, and at its center stood Jania, stretching. Her black hair was pulled into a low bun, and she was dressed in a sleek sports bra and body-hugging workout pants.

Jania caught sight of Eira and grinned, standing upright. "Took you long enough."

Eira smirked, shrugging out of her jacket and tossing it aside. Beneath, she wore a simple crop top. "I figured you needed some extra time to get ready for your defeat."

Jania laughed, rolling her shoulders. "Oh, I’m ready, alright. Ready to wipe that smug look off your face."

Eira’s smirk deepened as she tied her hair into a ponytail, her movements relaxed. "Let’s see if you can back that up. No guns this time—I don’t want you crying about unfair advantages later."

Jania snorted, stepping into the center of the mat. "You wish. I’ll go easy on you since it looks like you’ve had a long day."

Eira stepped onto the mat, cracking her knuckles. "Don’t hold back, Jania. You might regret it."

Jania chuckled, tying the bandages around her hands. "Bold words. Let’s see if you can back them up this time." She gestured to the gear on the bench beside her. "Wrap your hands. I don’t want any excuses when you lose."

Eira scoffed but complied, walking over to the bench and wrapping her hands with practiced ease. Despite her nonchalant attitude, she could feel the anticipation bubbling inside her. The last time they’d sparred, circumstances hadn’t been ideal. This time, she intended to show Jania just how skilled she truly was.

As Eira adjusted the wraps, she asked, "So, are we going all out, or are there rules?"

Jania smirked, finishing the knot on her bandage. "Rules? The only rule is to try not to surrender. Everything else is fair game."

Eira’s lips twitched. "Noted."

The two women stepped onto the mat, their bodies naturally falling into fighting stances. For a moment, they simply circled each other, eyes locked, assessing and calculating.

Good," Jania replied, clapping her hands together and stepping into a fighting stance. "Because I’m not pulling any punches."

Eira mirrored her stance, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet. "Let’s see if you’re as good as you think you are."

Without warning, Jania lunged, aiming a quick jab at Eira’s midsection. Eira sidestepped, her reflexes sharp, and countered with a low kick aimed at Jania’s shin. Jania blocked it with ease, pivoting and throwing a roundhouse kick that Eira ducked under. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

The sound of fists meeting air and feet scuffing the mats echoed through the room as they exchanged blows. Jania’s movements were calculated and precise, her strikes powerful. Eira, however, was agile and unpredictable, using her smaller frame to her advantage by weaving in and out of Jania’s reach.

"You’ve got good instincts," Jania said between strikes, her tone almost approving. "But you’re holding back."

Eira’s lips twitched into a smirk. "Am I? Or are you just too slow to see what’s coming?"

Jania laughed, a sound that was both amused and competitive. She feinted to the left before delivering a spinning kick that nearly caught Eira off guard. Eira dropped into a low crouch, sweeping her leg under Jania’s in an attempt to unbalance her. Jania stumbled but recovered quickly, her eyes gleaming with determination.

"You’re better than I expected," Jania admitted, adjusting her stance. "But I’m not done yet."

"Neither am I," Eira shot back, surging forward with a series of quick punches.

They continued their spar, the intensity between them growing with each passing moment. Both women were pushed to their limits, their breaths coming in sharp bursts as sweat began to bead on their skin. The energy in the room was electric, neither willing to yield to the other.

Finally, after a particularly intense exchange, Eira managed to catch Jania off guard with a feint and landed a firm jab to her side. Jania grunted, stumbling back slightly, and raised her hands in surrender.

"Alright, alright," Jania said, a grin splitting her face. "You got me this time."

Eira straightened, wiping her brow with the back of her hand. "Told you I wouldn’t go easy."

Jania chuckled, reaching out to clasp Eira’s hand in a firm shake. "You’re tough. I like that."

As the two women caught their breath, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the hallway. Both turned to see Han walking toward them, a file folder in hand.

"Miss Ephyra, Miss Jania," Han greeted, his tone calm as ever. "The DNA results are here."

Eira’s demeanor shifted instantly, her playful smirk fading into a serious expression. "Let’s see them," she said, stepping forward.

Han handed the folder to Jania, who opened it and scanned the contents quickly before passing it to Eira.

Eira’s eyes flicked over the report, her chest tightening with each word. It was all there—clear, undeniable proof.

"Just as I thought," Eira said, handing it back to Jania who handed it to Han.

"Yeah," Jania walked to the beach, grabbed a bottle, and drank from it. "Thirsty?"

"Yes, please."

Jania handed Eira a cold bottle of water, her sharp eyes scanning her friend’s face as Eira took a sip. After a brief silence, she spoke, her tone casual but probing.

"So," Jania began, leaning back against the bench, "do you want to talk about it? You and Master Lyle, I mean."

Eira froze for a fraction of a second before lowering the bottle and fixing Jania with a measured stare. "There’s nothing to talk about."

Jania snorted. "Sure. You’re sitting here with the same expression I saw on your face last time we had lunch—annoyed, distracted, and maybe even... a little guilty?"