Chapter 4

"Now, we do," Cyrille said coolly.

Without another word, he seized Yverson's wrist and gave it a sharp twist.

Yverson let out a pained scream and had no choice but to release me.

Cyrille quickly pulled me behind him, shielding me.

"Keep your distance from my wife," Cyrille said coldly.

"Or else, you're on your own."

Yverson clutched his wrist, staring at us in shock and anger.

"Nikola! You actually let him hit me!" he shouted.

"For some random guy, you..."

But before he could finish, Cyrille shot him a warning glare, cutting him off.

Cyrille ignored him and pulled…