"Huh, the student is now better than the teacher, huh?" Mila stood up while wiping imaginary spittle off the. corners of her mouth.Freya had a deep look of concentration on her face, but a little confused frown popped up on her face when Mila spoke.Mila threatened her body, "Are you surprised? I trained you well, didn't I?" Mila smiled."You sure have some issues upstairs, but I've got no time for your crazy delusion right now." Freya stated, bracing herself for the fight.Mila chuckled dryly, "I like the sound of that. I have got no time either," Mila said.Unlike Freya, Mila was relaxed. She knew that Freya had the advantage of both arms functioning properly. Mila could not afford to stress her injured arm, and she had to get Dom and Brant out of here as soon as possible.Both women held each other's gaze, waiting patiently and calculating who ever made the first move…Freya did. She launched a kick punch towards Mila.Mila dodged Freya's kick and blocked her leg with her good arm.

She kicked the door open."Dom!" She whispered."Fabby!" Dom called weakly.Fabiola ran towards him, she tried to support him to stand up. "Can you walk?" She asked softly.He drew in a deep breath, "I think so. Get me a gun!" Even in his pain, his voice still held dark authority."You sure? How about you stay here and then I'll come for you later?" Mila suggested."Am not dead, am I?" Dom looked at her. He could barely open his eyes widely due to the swellings on his face…his whole body."No, you are not!" "Good, then do not ask me to sit here and do nothing!" He leaned on the wall and tried to balance his weight on his legs."You are bleeding." He remarked when he noticed the cut on her arm."Nothing serious, just a flesh wound." She brushed it off."By the way, do you have any idea where Brantley is being held? They got him too." Mila looked at him."That jerk! Don't bother about him, they would not hurt him." Dom stated nonchalantly and began limping his way out."What do you mean

"I bet you have heard of the dark Princess?" Emille asked."Please don't tell me that the dark Princess is Mila?" Brantley dropped the picture, giving Emille an exhausted look while silently praying that he should be wrong and Emille was going to say otherwise."Yes she is." Emille replied bluntly."Why are you telling me all this?" Brantley asked."Because I need your help." Emille crossed his hands over his chest and stared at Brantley."You want me to take down the Grandmaster? I can't even…" Brantley started ranting.Emille rolled his eyes, "will you just shut up, young man!" Emille snapped, cutting Brantley off, "This is serious, ok?" Emille softened his tone. He pinched his temple, attempting to suppress the headache that was brewing."Aight, just kidding, bring it on." Brantley clapped his hand and leaned on the table."I'll…." Emille started.Brantley cut in by waving his finger in front of Emille.Emille furrowed his eyebrows, 'what is he up to again?' "Just so you know, you

Chapter 138Digging The Truth 1"Was the Painite ever mined?" Brantley asked."Yes, it was.""By whom?" Brantley asked."By me." Emille replied nonchalantly.Brantley was in utter shock. He snapped his head to stare at Emille. Emille had a passive look on his face as though it were a non-event."You mined it? How?" "The same way my father would have done.""Hold up, a lot of things don't add up." Brantley shook his head. There were still a lot of gaps in the story, he needed clarification."I know, you'll get to know about how I came to own all of this, including this building." Emille replied."This was your father's too?" Brantley asked, referring to the building__The Bundermann house.Emille nodded."So what is the plan?" Brantley asked, he did not want to prey in too much, despite his curiosity."I need to assemble everyone involved in this charade tonight. I thought it was gonna take some time, but no. I ran into Dom yesterday, I just could not let him go. I had to make adjustme

Chapter 140Closing up on the Truth 1"Brantley, are you Ok?" Mr White came rushing in from the direction in which Brantley and Emille had come from.Mila instinctively cracked a gun on his head, taking everyone aback.His voice startled everyone, but expressions quickly shifted to immerse surprise when Mila pulled out the gun. Her instinct caught all of them off guard.Mr White froze. He reflexly raised his hands in the air in surrender."Fabiola?" He whispered her name to be sure that he was seeing clearly.Maybe he was seeing well, she was actually Fabiola, but she looked like a pissed off demon. ' Isn't she Brantley's girlfriend?' he asked himself. 'Why is she pointing a gun at me when she had no gun at Brantley?' A lot of questions ran through his mind, but he was scared to ask. Not in a situation like this."Hello Uncle Brandon." She smiled a forced mechanical smile. It sent chills down Mr White's spine…literally, everyone felt the dark aura, probably more than what she'd exhib