"We'll see who's going to win," Nolan said, his eyes sharp.
From behind, two women stepped forward, flanking Kyrion. It was Sela and Cora.
"Hey! How dare you talk to our boss like that?" Cora snapped.
"Yeah! What gave you the audacity to do that?" Sela added, her glare piercing.
Before Nolan could respond, Celia and Linda moved forward, forming a protective line.
"Don't you dare come near our master—or speak to him that way!" Celia warned, her voice firm.
Linda Turning to Cora, she growled, "And you… the next time you say that, I swear I'll kill you."
Nolan's brow furrowed as he leaned closer to Linda. "Wait… Celia and Linda, isn't saying 'kill' a bit too much?" he asked quietly.
Linda's eyes hardened. "No, Master. It's not. How dare she speak to you that way? I won't let it slide. Not in the arena, not anywhere. If it comes to that, I won't spare her."
Celia clenched her fists, nodding toward Cora. "So… you want a fight? Don't worry, you'll get it," she warned.
