In the charged silence of the room, Elara's labored breathing was the only sound—a tangible marker of her inner turmoil.
Her breath, once warm against his face, now seemed like a storm, bounce back to slap her with the force of her own anger.
But deep down, she knew the truth. In her current situation, bargaining power was a luxury she couldn't afford.
"I come from the Rothschild family..." she began, her confession drawing a frown from Wang Xiao.
He allowed her to continue, despite his initial reaction, intrigued by the unexpected revelation. "They named me Elara Rothschild, but... in reality, I was taken from my tribe when I was very young..."
Her story, revealing her origins from a tribe now scattered, hidden in the remote depths of the Amazon rainforests.
Their uniqueness lay in their lethal touch—a single contact could be fatal to any ordinary human.
