"Ms. Welch, what can I do for you?" Mr. Yaxley approached her eagerly with a big smile on his face.

"Let me ask you, is it true that we have a Dragon Panax?"

"Indeed we do. It's in the vault," Mr. Yaxley replied honestly.

"Great, bring it to me now," Eleanor instructed.

"Ms. Welch, what are you going to do with it?" Mr. Yaxley tried to ask.

"Why do you care? I have my reasons!" Eleanor replied impatiently.

"Ms. Welch, I must confess that this item is a part of Mr. Welch Senior's precious collection. I'm afraid I cannot simply hand it over without his permission," Mr. Yaxley explained with his head lowered.

"Just bring it to me for now. I'll talk to Grandpa about it later," Eleanor insisted.

"This … doesn't seem right." Mr. Yaxley was put in a difficult spot.

"Hey! You won't even listen to me now?" Eleanor glared at him.

"I told you to bring it to me! Why so much nonsense? Go!" As she spoke, she gave his backside a swift kick.

"Please, hold on, Ms. Welch." Mr. Yaxley was l