“Oi, I don’t have all day!” A voice echoed from behind the men standing there. A man stepped out with his own hammer. A cigar in his lips, smoke puffing in and out, his eyes glitting like a criminal’s. “I could be at the Bohrs’ party, there are a lot of drinks and women there to suit my taste, but instead I am here with a man I dont know where the hell he spawned from!” he exhaled smoke. “I am now stuck here, trying to do some work, while a creep is in my goddamn way!” Another man stepped in front of Rhys with a scowl on his face. “Now you pissed the boss off, Mr. Ross isn't in the best mood now, so I would want you to make sure you get on your knees and beg for his mercy, or I am going to bash your head in.” The man was staring at Rhys, without even taking his head low. He took one step back, spitting on Rhys’s shoe.“I said get on your knees!” The man roared, looking at Rhys. It wasnt clear how things were going to head down. Rhys was silent, looking down at his shoe. His silen

Rhys had reached the Talon Wing Hotel, parking his car in a spot that looked like it was reserved for someone important. Getting out of his car, he carefully arranged himself as he walked in, his face expressionless. “Hey, you!” A voice echoed from behind. Rhys turned to see a man in a corporate suit standing beside him, two beauties at his side, anger in his eyes as he walked over to Rhys. Behind him was a car, the engine was still fired up, from the looks of things. Rhys had taken up his parking spot. “Move your filthy car, do you know who owns that parking spot?” The man was looking at Rhys, trying to see if he had seen him anywhere important. “I see ya ain't from around these parts, so I will tell you who owns that spot. It belongs to Lord Kirk, so the last thing you would want to do is mess with him. His family is good friends with the Bohrs, so I will suggest that you dont make any mistake of trying to push his buttons.” He took a glance at the spot where he'd parked his

Jacob and Admiral Sunny ran down the stairs to see Rhys holding Justin up with one hand like it was a doll in his hand. “That is enough from you, put him down!” Admiral Sunny looked at Rhys. He knew that there wasn't going to be anything that would make anyone want to disobey his word. Everyone turned to see him. Immediately, the guests at the party looked hopeful upon seeing him. “Admiral Sunny of the Crest! This fool is done for now; he isn't going to hurt Lord Justin anymore!” “He knows better than to make an Admiral his enemy; there is no way for him to make anything happen if he does that!” Rhys turned to look at Sunny, his gaze cold and intimidating. “Sunny, you're the one who sent those men to demolish the burnt-down mansion.” Rhys spoke slowly while applying more pressure to Justin's skull. Muffled screams could be heard from Justin as he tried to break free from the grip. Sunny was looking at Rhys, shocked that he had details about what seemed to be a top-secret missi

Rhys had his feet over Jacob's face, looking around to see the empty hall and how everyone had left. “All of them left you to die alone. I wondered who it was that would stay here and let you ruin his life,” he said, looking at Jacob as he added more pressure to his leg, trying to crush Jacob’s skull from the sheer force alone. “Please…dont kill me, I dont want to die here, not like this.” Jacob mutt4ered trying to push himself out of the ground, but the force from Rhys’ hold, he knew that his death was inevitable, and the only way he was going to escape was if there was any chance of him giving him the answer to the question he asked. “I asked you something,” Rhys muttered again, as he added more pressure to the hold. It was killing Jacob slowly. “Do you know anything about my sister Isobel?” “I dont…” Jacob managed to get some words out of his mouth. He was looking at Admiral Sunny, who lay unconscious beside the pillar. “Admiral Sunny would know something about her. He is part

Saint drove the car to the most prominent boutique in Netro-City, trying to make sure he would get Rhys the best-quality clothes without blowing anyone's head off. "Now, I looked into the Admirals, and you would be surprised what I learned about Lord Rhys." Saint struck up a conversation, trying to make sure there wouldn't be a chance for things to go the other way. "What might that be?" Rhys turned to face the front of the car so he could hear what Saint wanted to say. "Right after the incident in the Vermillion house, the Bohrs and other families took over. They were trying to make sure Zenovia understood they were the ones who ruled. But some people resisted; they were the people in the Crest at the moment. They said that there was no way for the Vermillions to be killed in a fire like that, so they wanted an investigation."Saint paused, letting out a sigh before he continued. "They were killed, all of them, everyone who tried to investigate the death of the Vermillion family