These elders had once saved her life and taught her many things.

Though they were stubborn and difficult, she couldn't stand by and let them suffer.

She arrived at the Diamond International Tower at 7:52 P.M. The building was empty except for the brightly lit top floor.

As soon as Lilah entered the building, two bodyguards in black suits approached to conduct a body check. They scanned her with an instrument and made her let down her coiled hair. Once they confirmed she had no weapons, they escorted her to the top floor.

After several turns, they reached an office at the end of the corridor.

Before they got closer, Lilah heard a woman's laugh and the angry roar of Cyrus Hinchcliffe, the chief elder on Luna Island.

“Let go you son of a bitch!" Cyrus, usually not very talkative, sounded more enraged than Lilah had ever heard.

A bodyguard entered the office to inform Darian.

Moments later, Darian opened the door and greeted Lilah personally.

His eyes glittered with excitement as he saw her.

"Welcome, Miss Phillips! Come on in!" He laughed, clapping his hands in joy as if they were old friends reuniting.

Suppressing her anger, Lilah walked into the room, calculating how she could rescue the elders and escape with them.

“What do you want?" she asked coldly, her voice icy and her demeanor intimidating.

“Lilah, you ungrateful girl! You haven't contacted us in ages. We all thought you were dead." Cyrus glared at her.

"Lilah, you owe us a feast for this. Otherwise, we'll never forgive you," said Kyler Wilson, the second elder. He never missed a chance to indulge in a few drinks.

Devonte Diaz, the third elder, remained silent. He wanted to speak, but Darian's men had stuffed a towel in his mouth because he was too talkative.

Among the three elders, Cyrus was the most short-tempered, and he was also the most skilled in martial arts. Despite the fact that he was an expert in several modern martial art forms, he most often practiced traditional, free-hand boxing since he thought that it was the most practical art form when fighting against others.

Kyler, on the other hand, was a lot gentler. He loved to brew wines and liked to eat a lot, especially meals that he cooked by himself.

He had his own vineyard and winery, and often traveled around the world to discover new cuisines.

As for Devonte, he was quite talkative and very easygoing. He had taught Lilah several things about how to deal with people and Live a stable and comfortable life. But Lilah never bothered to pay much attention to his teachings.

"Calm down. Has Lilah not come to rescue us?" Devonte suddenly cut in. "Can you two old guys stop making noise? Isn't it great to see Lilah again? When she left the island, we agreed to give her all the support she needed. We promised we couldn't be the ones dragging her down. But then, you two insisted on leaving the island..."

“Why is he still talking? Tape his mouth shut!" Darian ordered his bodyguards, the smile now absent from his face.

One of the bodyguards promptly grabbed a new towel, intending to shove it into Devonte's mouth. But before he could even get close to Devonte, he was given a strong kick.

The other bodyguards were shocked. None of them had seen how Devonte made the move. It had been so swift and yet so effective in throwing the bodyguard far away.