An older gentleman had just entered the training ground, impeccably dressed in an expensive tailored suit, a polished cane in one hand. Several bodyguards followed closely behind him.
Kira turned toward the voice, and the moment she recognized the newcomer, her eyes lit up with relief.
“Dad!” Kira cried, immediately rushing to his side, tears streaming down her cheeks. “She attacked me! I didn’t do anything to her! She just came at me for no reason!”
Her voice broke into another sob as she raised her injured hand for him to see.
“Look! She even broke my finger!”
The older gentleman’s expression darkened with fury at the sight of his daughter’s injury.
“Who the hell dares lay a hand on my daughter?!” he demanded angrily.
“Me.”
The single word came from behind them, delivered in a vo
