Chapter 482

"Out of line!! Quentin, what if I'm set on tearing your empire apart?"

Malcolm, who had been shielding Liam from the rain, glared at Quentin with a storm brewing in his eyes and a frosty edge to his voice that could cut steel.

Malcolm was livid. Quentin's audacity was off the charts, especially in the presence of King Pendragon.

Quentin, who had been preoccupied with Liam and distracted by the downpour, suddenly took serious notice of Malcolm. It was only when Malcolm spoke that Quentin really looked at him.

Recognition dawned, and Quentin's face went white as a sheet. His body shook as he blurted out, "You... you're Malcolm?"

"Indeed, it's me!"

Malcolm's reply was as frosty as the rain, his presence as imposing as a winter storm.

Quentin's confidence shattered. He could never have guessed that the unassuming umbrella holder was none other than General Lynch, the esteemed mayor of Drunham City and a high-ranking officer in the city's garrison.

How could that be?

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