Xyla Stoermer’s almond-shaped eyes were wide open, and the aristocratic aura she had developed since she was a child burst out. It was as if she had an innate presence that loomed over everyone else from above.

When Joe Sinclair’s two friends saw her like this, they were simultaneously stunned for a moment.

They stopped themselves from charging forward.

“Who are you?” One of them asked.

Xyla chuckled coldly. “You don’t even know who I am, but why do you have the courage to attack us on behalf of Joe? Who gave you the courage? You can ask your master who I am… If I want to attack your family, would he dare to help you?”

The man seemed a little doubtful and he was a little shocked by what Xyla said.

She spoke strongly and confidently. It didn’t sound like she was bluffing.

The man couldn’t help but look at Joe. “Mr. Sinclair, is what she said true? Who exactly is she?”

Joe clutched his broken finger. With a look of pain and resentment on his face, he fixed his gaze on Alex.

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