Chapter 123

Far away in country Z, a plump middle aged man was sitting upright in his chair in the study.

He was smartly dressed with his hair neatly slicked back. His gaze darted attentively across the lines on The Graphic as he reached for an elegant cup on his study table for some black tea. As the owner of a resplendent castle in a vast estate over looking some one thousand acres, Adrian Sanchez enjoyed a lavish and courtly life.

In front of him was a debonair young man in tailcoat, who was looking respectfully at him.

"So any updates from Noah?" The middle aged man finally spoke.

"It didn't turn out well Sir." The man in the tail coat replied courteously.

"Not only did he fail to bring Miss Sanchez back but, all his men were injured and his legs were broken."

What?

Adrian let down the magazine in his hand and looked up. "Who did this to him?"

"Miss Sanchez's husband, Nathan Clemon. The CEO of the Clemon Group. Feared and revered by the people in country X. He even has a message for you."

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