Draco saw his opportunity and jumped at it, eagerly pointing at Felix. He said, "Mr. Doyle! I happened to find out that this punk offended you, so I took the liberty of capturing him and waiting for your orders."

Eddy stood there in complete shock, his confidence crumbling into dust. He had assumed Felix's bold spending and unwavering composure meant he had powerful backing, but if he had pissed off Yadiel, then no one could save him now.

"Shit! Please don't drag me down with you," he silently prayed.

Yadiel's expression twitched with something unreadable as he stepped closer to Draco. He growled, "So, what you're saying is… I should be thanking you?"

Draco's spine nearly folded in half as he bowed even lower. "Oh, no, Mr. Doyle, not at all! It's my honor to be of service to you."

Yadiel had half a mind to slap him, but even that felt like a waste of effort. Instead, he asked Felix, "Mr. Zeller, how would you like to handle this?"

Of course, Yadiel had been sent by Eunice. Otherw