Rosalynn moved him to face Kyson.

Dilan glanced at Kyson and gritted his teeth, refusing to say a word.

"Do you need me to repeat it?"

Rosalynn exerted more force on him.

Dilan grunted, his face turning pale from pain. He forced the words out between gritted teeth, "I admit defeat. I'm sorry!'"

With the condition satisfied, Rosalynn let him go and brushed nonexistent dirt from her hands.

Dilan held his aching arms and stared at Rosalynn.

Several of his teammates came to help him, but Dilan shook them off.

He glared at Rosalynn and spat, “I'll remember this! Let's go."

Their group left. Kyson looked at Rosalynn with eyes shining with admiration.

"That was awesome!"

Rosalynn smoothed her hair and said nonchalantly, “Hmmm... No big deal."

Back then, when she got involved in a human trafficking incident, Calvert had found her a martial arts coach to help her learn self-defense.

Calvert later had gotten her all kinds of teachers next, hoping to make her proficient at everything.

Rosalynn was grateful for everything Calvert had given her.

They may not be related by blood, but she could not have asked for a better parental figure. He gave her the best education- a privilege that not all children could have.

A loud applause resounded.

Brewster was clapping his hands.

“Miss Fuller, that was impressive. I think your temperament matches the supporting character in the script. Would you be interested in trying it out?"

Rosalynn found Brewster's offer amusing.