Xyla Stoermer’s almond-shaped eyes were wide open, and the aristocratic aura she had developed since she was a child burst out. It was as if she had an innate presence that loomed over everyone else from above.

When Joe Sinclair’s two friends saw her like this, they were simultaneously stunned for a moment.

They stopped themselves from charging forward.

“Who are you?” One of them asked.

Xyla chuckled coldly. “You don’t even know who I am, but why do you have the courage to attack us on behal