Channy had stood right behind Luther, and when he heard those words, his heart sank hard. Both his granddaughters had been as stubborn as they came, but if Yanny Riller had decided to stand her ground, it would have spelled big trouble for the Riller family. This hadn't been the same as crossing the Scallow or Armen families. Xayne's influence in Drakonia had been untouchable at that time.Watching Luther bow and scrape as he ushered Xayne into the car, Channy pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Too bad he didn't know that this so-called Xayne was nothing but a fraud."Yanny, you heard what Mr. Xayne just said, didn't you? You see what I mean, right?" Channy asked.Yanny bit her lip hard, her eyes filling with tears. Her gaze was firm as she looked straight at her grandfather. Seeing that look, Channy's heart skipped a beat. He quickly grabbed Yanny's arm and guided her into the car. If Xayne saw that look of defiance on Yanny's face, it'd be the en

"Miss Riller, every move you make is under my watch. I even know when you left for Folksworth and when you came back. I have detailed reports here!" Zenn smirked as he pulled out his phone, scrolling through text messages before waving the screen in front of Renny's face."Move your car. I'm in a hurry!" Xayne said coldly, his tone sharp and unwavering.Zenn looked Xayne up and down, sneering. "Who the hell do you think you are? I'm here on Mr. Xayne's orders to wait for her. If you ruin his plans, can you bear the consequences?"As Renny had suspected, if he couldn't have her, he'd make sure no one else could either.When Zenn was having a fancy dinner with Delwyn earlier, he had spilled every detail about her. He praised the Riller sisters, calling them goddesses, but admitted that Renny was far prettier than her sister, Yanny. He mentioned how she'd gone to Folksworth and wasn't sure when she'd return.The moment Delwyn decided to send someone to drag her back to Folksberg, Zen

Without wasting a second, he led a small group of servants up to the second floor at a brisk pace."Miss Yanny! Please open the door!" Loud, frantic knocks echoed from upstairs."Sir, the door to Miss Yanny's room won't open!" the butler called down, his forehead glistening with sweat as he rushed back downstairs, his breathing uneven."Then what are you all standing around for? Break the door open!" Channy's voice cracked with panic, his face flushed red with desperation. He stomped his foot and beat his chest, his heart filled with regret. He loved Renny and Yanny very much. The words he'd spoken earlier were out of desperation and now felt like a blade twisting in his gut. If anything happened to his granddaughter, he'd never forgive himself.Xayne didn't wait for anyone else to react. He stormed up the stairs, his movements sharp and purposeful. Pushing past the Riller family's servants, he raised his leg and delivered a powerful kick to the door. It burst open with a loud cr

Xayne stepped into the suite with Yanny close behind, drawing the attention of everyone in the room.A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. The two men, Xayne and the imposter looked nearly identical.Even Yanny froze, her eyes darting between them.Before, when they weren't side by side, their resemblance had been noticeable but not striking. Now, face-to-face, their shared aura and presence were unmistakable.The difference was that Delwyn carried himself with an arrogant, almost oppressive authority as if the world were beneath him. In contrast, Xayne exuded a calm yet commanding energy, one rooted in confidence rather than superiority."What is going on here?" Luther stammered, clutching his wine glass.Delwyn was momentarily stunned to see Xayne, but he quickly regained his composure."Xayne!" he sneered.The charade was over. Delwyn saw no point in pretending anymore as he took a sip of red wine from his wine glass and an arrogant expression appeared on his face. Tr

Delwyn's confidence surged as he witnessed the effectiveness of his formation. Xayne's formidable Ravenclaw dagger had been effortlessly repelled, leaving Delwyn feeling invincible.No wonder the Christy family elders always stressed the importance of mastering their First formations. The Christy family's prominence wasn't solely due to their role as guardians of the First Dragon's tomb. Their mastery of ancient formations, some passed down from the First Dragon, was unparalleled, formidable enough to command respect even from the Five Great Mountains.Delwyn laughed triumphantly. The thrill of holding his ground against a Quin-Divine Commander filled him with elation. He had overestimated Xayne.Meanwhile, Xayne retrieved the Ravenclaw dagger, noting an unusual and elusive force surrounding it. Even he couldn't fully grasp its nature. As the dagger's momentum forced him back several steps, Xayne steadied himself, his eyes narrowing."Feeling humbled now, Xayne?" Delwyn smirked, hi