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    Yara scratched her head. "I don''t think that''s possible—too much bad blood between us."


    "So what?" Vicky shrugged nonchntly. "We will just deal with whatever they throw our way, and there''s nothing to fear when we have the advantage."


    Yara nodded in agreement, convinced that Vicky spoke reason.


    She was really not capable of leadership anyway and would overthink at times.


    Soon, the door to their private room opened.


    Donald Szar strode in, followed by his eldest son Drakon.


    "Oh, you''re early, Ms. Turnbull." Donaldughed. "Apologies for beingte when I''m the one who invited you here."


    Vicky shed a professional smile in turn. "You''re a busy man unlike me, Mr. Szar. To what do I owe the pleasure?"


    "Well, I''m not the one asking for you," Donald chuckled coolly. "It''s my son."


    As he spoke, Drakon sat opposite Yara and Vicky and studied them.


    Vicky studied him in turn, while Yara became wary as she sensed that Drakon was dangerous.


    "So, you''re the younger Mr. Szar." Vicky smiled. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"


    Drakon growled coolly, "I''ve been training abroad and been out of touch, but I found out recently that my sister had been bullied and humiliated thoroughly by this man named Frank Lawrence, and I heard you and him are close."


    Vicky shrugged. "We''re just friends. I''m not sure what he did, but you can go to him if you want your revenge."


    "Haha!" Drakonughed. "You really are amusing, Ms. Turnbull, though I have another favor to ask."


    "And what would that be?" Vicky asked, her smile fading.


    "I''ve heard how well your Rejuvenation Pills were selling, and that you''ve made a fortune, so I''d like to take out a loan."


    "Not a problem. Just say a number, and I''ll transfer it when I get home," Vicky replied calmly.


    "Oh, how direct. But I want the Rejuvenation Pill recipe too."This is the property of N?-velDrama.Org.


    Vicky nodded again. "No problem. I''ll send it over when I get home."


    "Wonderful."


    Vicky then pointed out, "The condition for that is that I get home."


    As a martial artist, she could naturally sense his killing intent spilling away from him and tell how strong he was.


    She did not expect someone this strong among the Szars either… Donald certainly yed his cards close to his chest!


    Drakon snorted in disdain. "Actually, I could just spare myself all that trouble. Frank Lawrence will bring the two billion dors I want and the Rejuvenation Pill recipe. After that, I''ll kill him, and then you are free to go."


    Vicky shook his head. "That won''t do—you see, I don''t know him that well."


    Drakon simply stared at her in glee. "We won''t know until we try. I''ve actually heard that you two are close, just as you''d get a better understanding of him if he decides to turn away."


    Vicky narrowed her eyes, her slender fingers suddenly tapping the table.


    Yara moved right then—having been working together for so long, their understanding was tacit.


    Words were not needed for Yara to read Vicky''s intention.


    Whipping out a dagger, she stabbed it toward Drakon''s neck!