Just as Peter Quinn's arm swung before Seraphina Sterling's eyes, she effortlessly caught his wrist. Her smile widened, growing even more brilliant as she revealed a flash of small, pearly white teeth. "As a man from a prestigious family, especially a man, you should be a gentleman!"
Peter Quinn never imagined he'd be stopped by a girl. After a brief moment of shock, he struggled to pull free from her grasp, but discovered that even using all his strength, he couldn't break her hold! What's more, a piercing, excruciating pain shot up his arm!
"Seraphina Sterling! Let me go!" A moment later, large beads of sweat had formed on Peter Quinn's forehead. His face was deathly pale, and his weak voice was a stark contrast to his earlier full-throated confidence—he sounded like a completely different person!
"Let you go? Alright!" With a single twist of her hand, there was a sickening CRACK, followed by Peter Quinn's pig-like squeal of agony!
