"What are you waiting for? Grab them," Mason Adle sneered, a wicked grin spreading across his face. The way his eyes roamed over Flora Bloom and Cynthia Grant made their skin crawl.
"I'm getting a little impatient. Cynthia Grant, if I'd known you had such an unparalleled beauty by your side, I wouldn't have bothered chasing you so hard. No, wait. If I'd known, I could have been enjoying the best of both worlds, couldn't I? HAHAHAHA."
Flora Bloom had no intention of wasting her breath on this pervert, who looked frail but was rotten to the core. But her party was surrounded by ten superpower users, and a dozen more stood menacingly behind Hugh Warren's group. Escape was impossible.
So Flora Bloom took three deep breaths, finally raising her eyes to meet the gaze of the man who was endlessly spewing vulgarities.
"Listen,"
