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Yara would not hold back since Drakon was hostile, just as she could sense that he was no average
Joe.
She might not stand a chance if she did not go all out!
However, before her dagger could reach Drakon's neck, his hands shifted with lightning speed.
Thud!
Shank!
Yara never actually saw Drakon move, only the agony from her palm!novelbin
He had grabbed her by the wrist, snatching away her dagger and stabbing it viciously through her arm
and into the tea table!
"Argh!!!" Yara screamed as blood streamed freely from her palm, her hand basically nailed to the table.
Her face was contorted in pain as her hand trembled—she was plenty wary, but she did not expect
such a huge gap in abilities between her and Drakon!
Drakon was regarding her with disdain in turn. "Were you really trying to kill me, girlie?"
Donald was laughing in turn, delighted to see his son dispatching Yara so quickly.
She was Robert Quill's daughter and could hold her own in a fight. And yet, she did not even last one
move against his son—his strength certainly went without saying!
"Resorting to your cheap tricks when you're up against my son? You're a funny one... Hahaha!"
Yara bit her lip but stayed silent despite her frustration.
"That's enough," Vicky growled just then.
Drakon wheeled on her in turn. "I believe you have some explaining to do here, Ms. Turnbull."
Vicky inhaled deeply, but she was on the backfoot considering Drakon's strength... One might even say
she had no grounds for negotiation.
"We are at fault," she said with considerable restraint. "What would you ask of US?"
Drakon smiled and nodded in approval—at least Vicky knew her place. "In that case, you're coming
with us. We'll be waiting for Frank Lawrence to bail you out with the two billion dollars and the
Rejuvenation Pill recipe."
Vicky smiled. "That's no problem at all. I'll call him right away—"
"No, that's unnecessary." Drakon raised a palm to stop her. "What if you send him away instead, since
you're that loyal to your gigolo?"
He turned toward Yara and abruptly pulled out her dagger, dragging more blood from her palm.
Yara kept her jaw clenched to keep quiet, though her eyes were glaring viciously at Drakon.
Drakon simply shrugged. "You will inform the Turnbulls and Frank Lawrence instead."
Vicky quietly put away her phone. "Fine, if that's what you want."
Donald was certainly gleeful to see his son handle the situation so easily.
"Didn't think this would happen, did you?" He gloated at Vicky. "We could've avoided all this if you'd
given US the Rejuvenation Pill recipe from the start."
"There's no telling what's going to happen," Vicky growled, her spite flaring inwardly.
But even if she was at a disadvantage, she could still turn the tables!
"Time to go, Ms. Turnbull," Drakon said coolly just then.
Vicky rose to her feet, ready to go with him, but Yara quickly grabbed her arm. "You can't go, Ms.
Turnbull..."