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"You won't dare get into a fight with me, Clara. I'll end you." Fabian threatened.

"First, it's Delia, and second, the battle line has been drawn, and based on statistics, I'm winning, and you're helpless." Delia laughed.

"Let Loretta go. Don't you play with me, little girl."

"If I let her go, what's the fun in that? Well, I might be exaggerating a bit. Mikel is not knocked out; he should still be fighting with them now, while your Retta is trying to escape."

"What do you mean?"

"What I'm trying to say is that if you leave now, you might be able to meet up with them, or not. The clock's ticking."

Delia played her cards well, and Fabian wasn't used to losing.

At that moment, all he wanted to do was ensure that Loretta was safe, and after that, he would make Delia regret ever choosing to stress him this much.

"You'll pay for this," Fabian gritted through clenched teeth and stood to leave.

"Looking forward to hearing from you, Master." A maniacal smile appeared on the red-haired lips as