The Valkyrie Returns and Slays (Raven)

Returns Novel 500

Chapter 500 It Was Thorian

Thorian clenched his fists, just about to explode, when he saw Raven walking out of the kitchen with a tray of tea.

As Raven stepped into the living room, her gaze froze when she saw Thorian's injuries, and then instinctively shifted toward George.

"What happened to you?" Raven asked.

"He attacked me!" Thorian shot George a glare and complained to Raven, "All I did as question why he was getting close to you, Lady Valor, and warned him not to pull any shady tricks behind your back. He flew into a rage, attacked me, and even threatened to break my legs."

Upon hearing that, Raven turned to look at George as if waiting for him to explain. George didn't bother defending himself. In his mind, he'd already blacklisted Thorian.

Raven lightly pressed her lips and said, "The tea is ready. Come and have some." • Thorian was her subordinate. By rights, she should have stood up for him, but for some reason, just seeing George was

enough to snuff out her anger completely.

Somehow, she felt that George had his reasons for everything he did.

George was an incredibly proud man. If Thorian had truly provoked him with his words, then his harsh response wasn't unjustified.

Suddenly, Raven became aware of where her thoughts were going and was startled by herself.

by her side

white. And still, she found herself beginning to trust

with a complicated look, then said, "Thorian is

did something wrong, it's not your place to discipline him. Don't let

cast Thorian a deep look, then turned and

George, anyone watching could tell that she hadn't

after hearing Raven's response. His handsome features twisted in rage. George, however, didn't spare Thorian a second thought. He was still gazing in the direction Raven had gone, a faint, almost imperceptible

Thorian, driven mad with rage, growled, "Don't get too

George cast him an indifferent look,

his knees on the

up, but no

"What

this all you know-dirty,

it, yet there was nothing he could do to fight back. He could only seethe with helpless frustration under George's control. "Make another sound, and you'll never get to speak again," George cast him a lazy glance

turned and calmly walked over to the sofa, taking a

up the cup of tea Raven had brewed,

temperature... That familiar technique... It's been too long since I've had my disciple's brewed

technique-it was unmistakable. This was the tea of his apprentice, the one he hadn't

cursed silently, seething with fury Yet no matter what