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 really

turn, delighted to see his son dispatching

hold her own in a fight. And yet, she did not

when you're up

bit her lip but stayed silent despite

enough," Vicky growled just

you have

the backfoot considering Drakon's strength...

considerable

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

problem at all.

Drakon raised a palm to stop her. "What if you send him away instead, since

and abruptly pulled out her dagger, dragging more blood

quiet, though her eyes

shrugged. "You will inform the Turnbulls

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