Chapter 233

As everyone watched, Elio grabbed Yamila’s ankle. It was soft and smooth to the touch, but he did not get distracted. He subtly circulated his energy into his palm and then abruptly twisted Yamila’s foot.

There was a soft crack, and Yamila screamed in pain. "Owww! What are you doing? It hurts!"

Her exquisite facial features twisted. She instinctively tried to pull her foot back, but she could not break free from Elio’s grip.

"Don't move!" Elio barked. "If you want to recover completely, you have to deal with a little pain. Bear with it."

"Got it." Yamila's face flushed red. She felt humiliated.

As the Third Princess of Coventry Street, she considered herself a ruthless thug. She did not make a single sound when she was getting all those tattoos, so how could she cry out in pain now? What a joke!

Moreover, after the intense pain, she felt a refreshing energy wash over her wound. She instantly felt much better, and she was delighted by the improvement. Elio had not been bluffing,