Channing had been trying to act all composed and sophisticated, but Mary's blunt retort made him cough, his face flushing red with embarrassment.

If their positions were reversed, and Mary dared to mock him like that, he would have flipped out instantly—eliminated her and absorbed her abilities. But he was alone now, powerless to act, forced to swallow his pride.

'First, it was Guillermo, now it's you, you fat cow… you're all laughing at me, huh? Fine! Just wait until I take control of all you