"He's not just stunned, he's probably questioning his life right now."
"Should I go out and talk to him? He's been standing at the door, and it's quite an eyesore. Thankfully, there are no reporters here. If there were, who knows how they'd spin this story."
"Oh no, oh no," a servant rushed in, "Butler, didn't you tell me to keep an eye on the man outside? Suddenly, for some reason, he's kneeling outside the villa."
The butler said, "...Hurry, go out and take a look."
Melody Thorne handed Little Chianna over to a servant and exited the hall, "Jenson Ona, what on earth is it with you? Why are you kneeling at my door? Are you upset that I beat you?"
Ona's thick lips pressed tightly together, fists clenched, as if making a major decision, "I swore many years ago that if someone could defeat me twice within three days, I'd acknowledge them as my master. Although I didn't expect it to be a woman, I, Ona, always keep my word. Since you won, you are now my master!"
