Lydia froze.
She stared up in awe.
Serena stood casually with one hand in her pocket, while her other hand gripped Bianca's outstretched wrist.
Her pale, slender fingers looked like they were barely holding on.
But with a nearly imperceptible twist.
Bianca's face contorted in agony, and she desperately tried to yank her arm back, but Serena's grip was like iron.
"Serena!"
Bianca shrieked, her voice cracking with pain and humiliation.
Serena merely lifted her gaze, giving Bianca's twisted face a look of utter apathy, and with a casual flick of her wrist, she tossed Bianca away like a piece of trash.
Bianca hit the floor with a heavy thud, crying out in pain.
Lydia was completely stunned.
She stared at the crumpled heiress in disbelief.
The Captain had just... she had nearly snapped Bianca's arm!
If Mr. Ashwell found out...
The Captain could be suspended!
And it was all because of her...
"Are you just going to stand there?" Serena turned around, her cool gaze landing on Lydia's eyes, barely visible beneath her bangs. "I don't keep teammates who just stand there and take a beating."
"I-I'm sorry..." Lydia stammered immediately. "I... I just didn't react fast enough. It won't happen again."
"Good." Serena was pleased with her quick understanding.
For someone who used to squeak like a mouse, having the guts to publicly call out her abuser was massive progress.
She deserved credit.
Serena raised an eyebrow and added, "You did good back there, protecting your teammates."
Lydia's trembling eyelashes stopped.
Her eyes widened, millimeter by millimeter.

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