George and Edgar

Sheila

Edgar continued walking steadily towards us, wearing a smug grin, and taking a puff of his cigar from time to time.

He seemed too cocky like he had gotten us right where he wanted. I wanted to lunge at him immediately and punch that smug smile off his face, but as much as I hated him, I wasn’t the one to take justice for Lydia. My role was just to set the trap for him.

I knew Jack would not like this, but it wasn’t just about him right now.

When Jack saw him, a vicious look immediately appeared on his face as he strode forward, stopping a few meters away from the man,

“Why are we being held up?” Edgar asked the commander, ignoring Jack as if he was nothing.

Immediately his men saw him, they immediately bowed in respect as the commander started,

“There’s a man here sir. Says he wants to have a word with you.”

At this time, Edgar slowly turned his gaze towards Jack, staring at him with scorn.

“You must think yourself to be quite important to want to have a word with me. But you’