He leaned back on the back of the chair, holding chopsticks with his attractive hand, picked up a piece of braised pork, looked up at Victoria Gibson, then brought it to his mouth and bit down.
He chewed slowly and swallowed it.
The next second, he picked up another dish, looked at Victoria Gibson again before putting it in his mouth.
Throughout the meal, no one spoke.
Victoria Gibson was pondering whether what he just said was true or fake.
They hadn't fought before, so how could he be so sure she wasn't his match?
Yet, she felt a faint unease in her heart, although they hadn't physically sparred, from the way Chad Yakov had grabbed her several times, he must be a martial artist.
But she couldn't imagine how good his physical ability actually was.
When she looked up again, she noticed Chad Yakov was still watching her, eating a bite and then giving her a look, his bizarre eyes making her shiver all over, like being stared at by a hungry wolf at a piece of fat.
