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Clark's expression darkened as his face turned red with anger.

"You bastard!"

He finally understood what they were laughing at. They were apparently referring to him as the toad chasing the swan, which was Ellie.

"A mere Tier 1 nobody actually dared to make fun of me?!"

He exclaimed as his Peak Tier 2 strength intentionally leaked out, tightening the atmosphere in the room.

The moment Clark released his aura, Valyn abruptly stopped her laughter, her expression becoming stern, the same as Ellie, who had been holding herself back for a while.

Meanwhile, Vincent nonchalantly smiled at him.

Ellie's cold voice rang in a displeased tone.

"Young Master Boltor, you are still in my territory—"

But she was immediately cut short by Clark's angered voice.

"Shut up, woman! You are going to come with me whether you like it or not!"

He took a glance behind him and ordered the two rough-looking men, pointing at Ellie and Valyn.

"Take these women for me! I'm going to enjoy myself tonight and leave that stupid guy to me. I'll make sure he remembers me whenever he sleeps at night!"

At his command, the two men behind him responded expressionlessly in unison.

"Yes, Young Master!"

Boom!

They released their auras, revealing their Tier 3 (1★) strength!

"You're already going too far, Young Master Boltor!" Ellie coldly said.

Clark snorted at her.

"Hmph! I already gave you a lot of chances, Ellie. You think I'm such a pushover? Guess what, I'll fuck you crazy tonight!"

At this moment, Valyn, who had an annoyed expression, couldn't help but smirk and remarked to her best friend, "You have quite an aggressive suitor…"

Ellie scoffed in response, "As if you never had a guy chasing you like him."

At the same time, as the fists of Clark's bodyguards just started to glow with vibrant energy, Ellie also unleashed her Tier 3 (1★) aura!

Boom!

The restaurant's foundation subtly trembled with the sheer pressure of three Tier 3 Origin Warriors, drawing the attention of the people who were eating downstairs.

"W-What's happening in this place today?"

"C-Come on, let's leave. I can't breathe properly, let alone eat!"

"No shit, Sherlock. Of course, we should leave!"

The customers started leaving the Stew Hare Bowl one by one.

Back in Ellie's office, one of Clark's bodyguards flashed toward Ellie, bypassing Vincent and Valyn, while the other appeared behind Valyn, who was still sitting on a sleek couch.

Vincent's gaze naturally followed their movement, yet his casual demeanor, dismissing Clark's presence, infuriated the man.

"You still have time to be distracted? Why don't you laugh at my face again, you fucking bastard!"

Vincent heard Clark's furious words as he casually glanced behind him just as Clark approached.

As Clark was about to lay his hand on Vincent, the same as his bodyguards aimed for their targets, a chilling aura abruptly halted them. An irritated and cold voice cut through the air.

"If any of your fingers touch their bodies, I will break all the bones in yours…"

Clark and his bodyguards mechanically turned toward the owner of the voice with visible perplexity.

Their eyes landed on the innocent-looking lady, Valyn, now wearing a cold expression as the image of an enchanting white-haired fox woman appeared over her figure.

Clark's eyes widened—not because he recognized her but due to disbelief.

'How can she be a Peak Tier 3?!' he exclaimed internally.

Unlike Clark, his bodyguards were more knowledgeable and quickly identified the fox-woman's image.

"Y-You're the Witch Fox!" uttered the bodyguard standing behind Valyn, the one most overwhelmed by the pressure.

When Clark heard his bodyguard's words, he sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes widening in horror before his face contorted with complicated emotions. Read latest stories on empire

"Y-You're the Witch Fox?" he stammered, still in doubt.

Valyn ignored the perplexed Young Master and snorted at the bodyguard behind her. The fox-woman's illusory image glanced at the man, blasting him into the office's wall with immense force.

Bam!

"Urghk!"

The bodyguard groaned in agony, while Clark and the other bodyguard watched, stunned.

"B-Byro—Bodyguard!" Clark stumbled over his words, unable to even recall the bodyguard's name but still cried out in shock.

Ellie seized the chance and attacked the distracted remaining bodyguard!

Bam!

"Urgh!"

Another cry of pain, and the other bodyguard slammed into the wall beside his colleague, embedded in it.

"Y-You..!"

Clark was speechless. His two Tier 3 bodyguards, who he had brought along so confidently, were defeated by two women in mere moments.

A cold shiver ran down Clark's spine when two sharp, intimidating gazes bore into him, making him subconsciously retreat.

He felt fear.

'W-What? I—I'm afraid of women? They're just women! How can I, the future patriarch of the Boltor Clan, be afraid of women?! I won't accept this!'

Determined to suppress his budding fear, Clark clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

"D-Do you know the consequences of offending my Boltor Clan?! You're not just offending my family but the Great Swift Clan as well!" Clark shouted, his voice loud but tinged with panic.

A soft chuckle responded.

"Aren't you tired of using someone else's influence? You're so pathetic," Valyn said casually, pressing her hand to her forehead.

She despised people like him—those who pretended to have strength but only hid behind someone else's power.

"That's enough, Young Master Boltor. Take your men and leave my restaurant. I'll consider this a mere misunderstanding if you stop bothering me," Ellie added.

Though she despised Clark and his antics enough to want to cripple him, she didn't want to create trouble for her best friend.

However, her words seemed to infuriate the young master even more.

"S-Shut your goddamn mouth, bitch! Once I report this to my father, I'll burn your business to the ground and make you kneel before me, begging for mercy!"

"What did you just call me?!" Ellie growled. Just as she was about to make a move, a shadow flashed, followed by a loud and reverberating slap, sending Clark flying into the wall.

Thud!

Clark fell heavily to the floor, struggling to rise. His face stung on the right side, blood spilling from his mouth, along with a few broken teeth.

With his hand on his cheek, he slowly looked at Valyn, still seated on the couch as though she hadn't moved.

Technically, she hadn't—only the fox-woman image had acted.

"Y-You dare slap me? Me?! The heir of the Boltor Clan?!"

"Believe me, I'll slap all your teeth out if you open your mouth again," Valyn responded casually.

Although she enjoyed teasing Ellie, she refused to let anyone else insult her best friend.

"Y-You..!"

Clark was stunned into silence. Though humiliated, he lacked the strength to retaliate.

Just as despair began to settle over him, a familiar voice suddenly lifted his spirits.

"Hoh, it seems the Witch Fox doesn't regard my family's name with respect…"