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!

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!

with disdain in turn. "Were you

turn, delighted to

yet, she did not even last one move against his son—his

tricks when you're up against my son? You're

bit her lip but stayed silent despite

enough," Vicky

her in turn. "I believe you have

the backfoot considering Drakon's strength... One might

at fault," she said with considerable restraint. "What would you

place. "In that case, you're coming with us. We'll be waiting for Frank Lawrence to bail

at

to stop her. "What if you send him away instead, since you're that

toward Yara and abruptly pulled out her

jaw clenched to keep quiet, though her eyes were glaring viciously

"You will inform the Turnbulls and Frank Lawrence

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