Chapter 1233

Henry was momentarily taken aback, not recognizing the woman before him. He shrugged and responded helplessly, "Well, I haven't fought you, so I wouldn't know."

"But I do!" Tasha replied, her tone calm yet filled with certainty.

"The Master of Golden Liberty, the Young Master of the Phantom Society, or should I call you Mr. Truman?"

Henry realized his suspicions were correct—the woman must be from the Flower Clan. Otherwise, she would not know those titles. He quickly replied, "You must be a senior from the Flower Clan, right?"

"That makes me sound old." Tasha chuckled softly, her smile growing more enchanting.

"You can call me Tasha."

Understanding that she did not like being called a senior, Henry complied with a respectful nod. "Alright, Tasha."

"Good, I like you, Mr. Truman." Tasha smiled again.

Henry's heart skipped a beat. He did not want her to like him—according to what he knew, Tasha had to be around 40 years old.

Meanwhile, Elva was frustrated. She had just been bull