“What?”

Garaine flinched. Subconsciously, she touched her face only to feel her mask. She heaved a sigh of relief as her cover didn’t blow.

“Why are you covering your face like that?” Weylin frowned, narrowing his eyes. “Take that annoying mask off your face first. I cannot see your beautiful face.”

He reached his hand out to take her mask off when she leaned back, making it impossible for him to touch her mask.

“What are you doing, young master?!” Garaine exclaimed. “God! He is so out of it”. She mumbled, rolling her eyes. “I guess these drunkyards left me with no other choice.”

“What are you mumbling?” Blake looked at her.

“My apologies but I have to do this.”

Garaine gave a sudden blow at Blake’s neck, hitting his carotid artery, knocking him unconscious. She held him by his waist to prevent him from falling on the floor and sustaining injuries.

“What did you do to my father?” Weylin looked at her with horror in his eyes.

“The next in the line is you.”

Garaine stretched her li