While Mrs. Hogsworth—Rubie's mother—was talking to Rubie, another car veered toward the scene. A middle-aged man walked toward the production team. He looked severe. Faustine arrived not long after.Instead of greeting Mrs. Hogsworth and the director, the newcomer extended his hand to Faustine. "Mr
The middle-aged man finished his painting and signed his name in one corner: Roland de Vaal. Satisfied, he passed the painting to Chayne. "This is my message to your enemy. Show him this, and he will stop. Or else."The painting was rather macabre. It depicted a man being tormented by what looked li
Aella slapped Willow several times more until the latter's cheeks were puffy and her makeup smeared. She could no longer speak.Someone began to cry for help. Etiennette and others appeared to be absent for some reason. More security swarmed toward Aella, but she just defeated them with a kick.Log
Chayne stood, annoyed. He really would rather not talk to someone like Logan if he could help it. As the boss of 7th Court, however, he had to say something after all of his people and employees had fallen. He glanced at the seat next to him and lit a cigarette. He flicked the ashes off and puffed
Knowing that the young man she had been antagonizing was Logan made her face pale. She had only managed to purchase a house there after pleading with one of her friends to help, and now she just offended the boss because of Chayn. Jubar slapped her already puffy face again. Natasha held either side
Mars' expression darkened upon hearing the news. He asked Chayn, "Jubar? The young heir of the Knights of Ferrum? And his friend?""Yes, Mr. Varrick. That's him and his lone companion.""How dare he lay hands on one of my men. Inform him that you're under my protection. Also, caution his friend to t
"They've signed a 10-billion-contract contract, attracting many of our clients. Currently, the Logang can only be bought at Swalesbury General Hospital, and customers are limited to one due to low stock."The subordinate puffed on his cigarette. "I've sent my men to try and procure one, but they ref
Judith reclined gracefully on the mahogany sofa within the Ushers' inner hall, casually flipping through a finance magazine.The old butler, a figure of more than 50 years in the Ushers' service, approached with a message."Your father sent word, miss," he conveyed politely.Maintaining an impassive