"Name your price!" Liev barked, having gone through plenty in his years building a legacy in Zamri.

When he realized that brute strength would not work, he must negotiate a way out.

Whatever happened, he must not lose his son or his lineage ended here.

"Nope."

But contrary to Liev's expectations, Mona had no intentions to negotiate and shook her head. "Someone told me to watch Claude and keep him here until she gets back."

"So this is not up for negotiation?" Liev growled, incensed.

"That's right," Mona replied nonchalantly and got herself a chair to sit on.

Live turned toward Jet in turn and asked, "How long does Claude have?"

"How long...?"

and

Claude looked up blankly at Liev,

Liev exclaimed in

but the brat did so with precision, avoiding any major arteries. His veins and tissues are a jumbled mess, but he's not

gulping as

that the brat could hold her own, even among

you think the hospital chief can save

had been praising

she was

medicine-that meant

replied in uncertainty, but he did praise her

with a collapsed heart, and it was not

a sigh of relief at that and wheeted on Mona, growling viciously, "Don't think you can get away with this just because you're a martial artist! I'll show you when my boys

Mona replied

a dozen minutes later, Liev's phone finally

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