Near the alley entrance.
Stella Sterling and her sister were still embracing, catching up.
Meanwhile, the three men in black had been scared off by Victor Vance, who had proclaimed himself a ninth-dan black belt in taekwondo.
They didn't really believe this flashy-looking kid could have such a high rank in fighting.
But the short-haired female bodyguard next to the young mistress was a goddamn sanda champion.
They genuinely couldn't beat her.
A crowd of onlookers was gathering.
The three men exchanged glances, then reluctantly gave up and left.
Just then.
"You?" Claire Shawcross sized up Victor Vance. "A ninth-dan black belt in taekwondo?"
Victor Vance glanced at the melting popsicle in his palm and flicked his neatly parted short hair. "Just bluffing. Who knew they'd actually fall for it?"
「A few minutes later.」
Stella Sterling and Sylvia Sterling walked out of the alley, hand in hand.
