Yale was taken aback, but he quickly chuckled and said dismissively, "You young folks sure know how to talk big these days."

If it were not for his worry about the real Dragon Lord showing up too soon, he would have swatted Felix like a fly.

"This is your aunt, Yvette Harrington, right?" Yale asked, tossing a photo onto the table.

Felix's expression faltered as he picked up the photo. The woman in the picture was attractive, with a sweet smile. Time seemed to have been kind to her. She was indeed his mother's younger sister—there was no way Felix would not recognize her.

"So this is your trump card?" Felix asked, his voice steady.

Yale smiled. "Don't you think it's enough? I've investigated you thoroughly. Your father's relatives are worthless—you've taught them a lesson before I even had to lift a finger. But your aunt... She's different, isn't she?"

Felix remained silent, memories flooding back. The Harrington sisters had their share of conflicts when they were younger, leadi