Suicide Mission

Alyssa gulped, not wanting to reveal her thoughts, she blinked and lowered her head to gaze steadily at her clasped fingers.

Meanwhile, with the arrival of Zion, a clear frown etched on Nathan's face.

His brows bent, and his eyes narrowed subtly.

“Zion,” The Mistress of the Devon household called out his name. Her voice held a tinge of worry in it.

Ignoring her, Zion majestically strode further. His sharp gaze pierced right into Nathan; whose expression wasn't any calm either.

“Who is she?” he asked straight away. His chin tipped to the side where the young girl stood, cowering like a drenched puppy.

Of course, Alyssa knew she was the one being referred to. There was no doubting that.

Her ears perked up in attention to hear what the youngest son had to reply to that.

Astonishingly, a mild chuckle echoed in the massive dinner hall.

It belonged to Nathan.

One would think he was unfazed to his brother's unnecessary ranting; but the tight scowl on his face told otherwise.

“You don't have