Kayla chuckled and tossed the box back. The impact dislodged a small gap, revealing golden needles that flashed brilliantly for a fleeting moment before the light vanished.

On the helicopter to Ablil, Felicia sneezed twice. Maurice retorted snidely, "Look at you. You really know how to make people hate you."

She leaned back, closing her eyes. Maurice, ignoring her clear disinterest, moved close, whispering, "How about considering staying in Ablil with me—"

Before he finished, she punched him. "How many times do I need to say it? Stay away from me!" His breath brushed her ear as he spoke; she intensely disliked his proximity, especially his. Despite her repeated punches, he persistently approached her. His attitude had shifted since the hospital; she’d pinned him to the bed, hitting him fiercely, yet he hadn't resisted, even wiping away a tear from her eye.

Disgusted, Felicia jerked away, furiously rubbing her eye until it reddened. Still, Maurice persisted. She remained vigilant, unsure of his intentions. He sighed, rubbing his bruised face. She certainly had a heavy hand, showing no mercy.

He felt helpless, yet showed no anger. The Glovers family's subordinates were astounded. In the past, even a glance could have resulted in expulsion from the helicopter. Yet, Felicia had struck him repeatedly, and he hadn't retaliated. They speculated it was his gentlemanly nature, his refusal to strike a woman. But that was improbable; his violence was indiscriminate. Perhaps the twin venomous creature? That was even less plausible; his rage spared no one, not even himself.

Only one explanation remained. It seemed Maurice was attempting to cajole Felicia.