Chapter 4

Yulia was absent from work the next day, for she was busy drawing up the partnership contract with the Kierra Group.

Yulia was bleary-eyed when she awoke in the morning, having burnt the midnight oil going through everything necessary for the partnership.

Instead of driving herself, she rode on Yakov’s scooter to the Kierra Group.

On the way there, Yulia began to close the distance between her and Yakov’s back.

He felt something soft come in contact from behind, followed by a slender face that subconsciously came to rest on his shoulders

Yulia must have fallen asleep as a result of staying up the entirety of last night, or she would never have initiated such a loving contact.

Au contraire, Yakov Xayarath found himself enjoying the contact. This was the closest the couple had been throughout these three years if his memory served him right.

Yulia opened her eyes upon arrival at the Kierra Group. Flushing wine-red as she realized that she had fallen asleep leaning on Yakov’s back.

Taking her documents, she alighted the vehicle and spruced up her appearance before turning to look at Yakov as if to ask, “I look like I’m going to discuss a partnership, right?”

Yakov Xayarath returned the look with a doting smile. “Go, I’ll be here when you’re done.”

Yulia rolled her eyes at Yakov. Her heart thumped as she turned to look at the looming building that was the great Kierra Tower.

This was a million-yuan company, her own company paled in comparison.

Though nervous, Yulia mustered up the courage to walk in.

Yakov, on the other hand, found refuge in a convenience store around the corner. Buying a box of Zhongnanhai Cigarettes, he lit one and took a smoke.

Half an hour later…

Yulia exited Kierra Tower in quick strides. Her hair was a mess and her face was pale as she dashed across the street.

Squinting, Yakov was shocked to find tear tracks on the corners of Yulia’s eyes.

“Yulia, what’s wrong?”

In return, Yulia threw all her documents at Yakov in an attempt to vent all her frustrations at him.

“Yakov Xayarath! This is all your fault! I wouldn’t have to go through all that humiliation had you not made me agree to this at all!

“I should never have believed you. This is hilarious! Why did I think I could when nobody else in the Yates Clan could settle this partnership?

“All you men are disgusting!”

With that last sentence, Yulia hailed a taxi and left.

The taxi had not made it too far before Yulia started to regret her words. How could she blame others when it was her own decision to attempt such a matter in the first place?

Thinking back to her behavior with Yakov moments ago, Yulia could not help but remind herself of a shrew. Turning her head around, she realized that Yakov was still rooted in the same spot as a fool.

“Whatever. It’s not like this is the first time he’s been scolded, what’s another one anyway.” With that thought in mind, Yulia turned back to the front and began to stew in her emotions.

Yakov’s expression began to solidify as he watched Yulia leave, waves of bloodlust oozing from him.

Taking his phone out, he dialed a number to the Atlantic Coast.

“Ghost. I want the security footage of the Kierra Groups’ President’s Office in the Yin Prefecture from half an hour ago. You have two minutes.”

Ghost was in charge of intelligence-gathering in the Dragon King Hall, with his best feat—hacking into the Country of Rica’s missile targeting system within two hours.

By entering a fake command, fifty guided missiles were fired toward an island on the Pacific Ocean. Just like that, an island slightly above ten kilometers in circumference was bombed away.

On the island lived a group of the Dragon King Hall’s enemies.

“Understood, my Lord.”

The click-clack of Ghost’s fingers sounded through the phone and a video was sent to Yakov’s cell phone before the two minutes were up.

Yakov Xayarath watched the scene before him.

Yulia was brought to Kierra Chandler’s, the President of the Kierra Group, office. Kierra Chandler was still polite in the beginning, but his entire demeanor shifted as Yulia answered his question about who she was.

His eyes squinted as he looked Yulia up and down, before finally sitting beside her.

“A partnership isn’t completely out of the question. Who knows, maybe I’ll agree to it if you spend a night with me.”

Yulia’s expression changed immediately, standing up to speak seriously, “Mr. Chandler, I came with goodwill to discuss a partnership with you. I would appreciate it if you minded your behavior.”

Kierra Chanler stood as well, placing a hand on Yulia’s shoulders. “Who do you think you are? What gave you the right to negotiate with me?”

Angry, Yulia pushed his hand away which only worked to completely infuriate Kierra Chandler.

“Take what you can get! I’m giving you a chance here, strip down and I’ll sign the papers. Otherwise, get out!”

Mortified, Yulia dashed out with barely contained tears that threatened to spill.

“How dare you treat my woman like this! You’re a dead man!”

Turning off his phone, Yakov marched with an inhospitable expression toward Kierra Tower.

At the same time on the top floor of the Tower sat Kierra Chandler with his legs crossed on his large chair, sipping on his premium Longjing tea from the West Lake.

He had received a call from some bigshot last night about how someone would come to discuss a partnership. He was to agree to it or face unfathomable consequences.

It was a bigshot that he could not offend, which explained his early arrival at his office this morning. What he hadn’t expected, was the first to come to him being Yulia Yates of the Yates Clan.

Naturally, he would never have pieced together that Yulia Yates was the person this bigshot sent over to discuss the partnership. After all, the Yates Clan were a small group of people, as if they would even appear on this bigshot’s radar.

Not to mention that Yulia Yates herself was quite the beauty. His perverted side showed itself incited himself to have his fun with her.

Dilly-dallying while he waited for this bigshot to appear, he heard a bang and his door was kicked open.

The loud bang jolted Kierra Chandler from his fantasy, only to see a young man in a black tank top and jean shorts standing at the door.

“Who are you? Get out!” Kierra Chandler shouted without thinking twice.

“Someone here for your life!”

Yakov sprinted forward and grabbed what was left of Kierra’s balding head before he had the time to react.

Then, the hand banged his head onto his coffee table, filling the room with the unrelenting sound of crashing.

Kierra felt his head was about to split open. Dizziness clouded his mind and blood trickled down his forehead to drip on the floor in soft pitter-platters and into his eyes.

Yakov suspended him mid-air, hoisting him up by the throat. An obese man over a hundred kilograms in weight, lifted into the air by Yakov Xayarath as if he were a little chicken, and thrown across the office onto the wall with the flick of Yakov’s hand.

Kierra felt as if his bones were about to give out as he struggled to stand. Lifting a hand to touch his forehead, the sight of blood had him boiling with rage.

Kierra Chandler was one of the Yin Prefecture’s big figures. He had never been treated as such.

“Do you want to die, you little sh*t?”

Yakov chuckled condescendingly, as he pressed a hand on the glass. Watching the scene before him, blood drained from Kierra’s face.

For the base of the stemware sunk and lodged itself into the sandalwood coffee table.

To melt wood with wine and glass, lodging something as fragile as the base of a cup into the wood, what was this mystical prowess?

He would have been squashed to death if he was in the place of the stemware.

With the twitch of his eyelids, Kierra Chandler gulped, petrified. “What legendary figure are you, sir? I don’t remember ever offending you.”

Yakov Xayarath replied aloofly, “It doesn’t matter who I am. Thing is, you’ve offended someone you never should have.”