Trouble in the castle of devils

Roland stared at Ava, and he could see pure fear in her eyes.

The moment the waiter walked past Roland, he set his glass onto the tray before rushing over to Ava.

“We got to go.” Roland hastily said.

“What?” Ava asked out of shock.

Roland could tell that Ava wasn't in her right state of mind, so he held her hands and led her to the door.

However, a few steps away from the entrance. Roland stopped walking, and so did Jax and Ava

“Sir, things just got a bit complicated,” Jax mumbled.

“I can see that,” Roland replied.

“What is happening?” Ava asked.

Then a grey-headed and built elderly man walked up to them with a murderous gaze in his eyes.

“Good evening, big boss!” Jax said.

He then bowed for a second before lifting his head. But he was careful not to make eye contact with Luther.

“Young lady, how close are you with my son, and what's your relationship?” Luther coldly asked.

“Son?” Ava mumbled.

She ga