Chapter 267: I Concede Defeat

This harrowing prospect prompted Lawrence to whirl towards the viewing platforms in desperation, only to find his frantic gaze met by Jason's impassive countenance. As their eyes locked, a subtle nod proffered reassurance.

Tension drained from Lawrence's form as he exhaled - with Mr. Gray's presence, all would be well. It seemed victory had indeed been secured.

Joseph Rogers, too, found himself ensnared by Jason's unflinching regard, his pallor shifting corpse-like as unspoken dread congealed within. Though unacquainted, he could deduce Lord Wayne Howard's dire straits - else he would not have remained unmoved amidst such grievous peril.

His eyes met Lawrence's once more, flinching at the gleam of murderous intent burning within that frigid sneer. Before retaliatory force could be unleashed, Joseph Rogers' shrill cry pierced the stillness.

"I concede defeat! No more, I yield!"

In the throes of mortal peril, what significance could vanity retain? Joseph Rogers always was a contemp