After getting off work at night, Roy stepped out of the building, perturbed that Kristine wasn’t at work either as she’d left early for a date with Liam. Suddenly, a man and a woman came to stand by his side. “Who are you?” Roy had been waiting for Carpalia here because of Cassandra Andorra’s threat, he didn’t dare to take a taxi by himself with a heavy heart. He was also angry that Bryan didn’t care it was related to the safety of his life.“Mr. Jordan, Hello.” the lean muscular man offered his hand, which Roy hesitantly took, “My name is Andrew Salvatore and this is my younger sister, Anna Salvatore. We were appointed by the CEO, Mr. Anderson to protect you. Whenever you go out in the future, we must be by your side.” Roy was taken aback. Were they truly sent by Bryan Anderson? The corners of his mouth curled up as a red rosy flush stained his cheeks. Since Bryan had given only a light ‘hmm’ today, he didn’t expect him to hire bodyguards for him. Both brother and sister look ve

"Bang!" Whose jaw fell to the ground? "Boom!" The documents in his hand also slipped. All high-level executives are in a state of shock. When he said the things he did, the voice of the CEO was not low. They couldn’t even pretend that they didn’t hear it. When he heard Bryan’s words, blood rushed to Roy’s face making it hot and scarlet. Why would Bryan do this? Roy groaned internally. The high-level executives only knew the relationship between Cassandra and Bryan. Why was he trying to put him in trouble with his father? He couldn’t fight a wolf. The people around him were peering at him like he was under investigation, which made him feel uncomfortable, so he lowered his head and left in a hurry. There was a brief silence at the elevator door, and the senior executives stooped to pick up the documents they had dropped on the floor, not daring to speak. Bryan thinned his lips and entered the elevator with a cold face, and the other high-level executives followed immediately.

The thought made him lightheaded. It was already dark outside, and he realized that he’d spent hours in the coffee after Liam had gone to mull over the things he’d heard. He needed to go home. He was sure his guards would be searching hell and heaven for him. Dialing their numbers, he rattled off his location to them after assuring them that he was fine and walked out to wait for them. After standing outside the coffee shop for a while, he looked behind his shoulder and felt that there was someone following him. he couldn’t tell if it was an illusion, or it was real or maybe he was just being paranoid. He frowned and walked over to the well-lit parking lot to wait for the bodyguards to bring the car. Suddenly a Ford swung into the parking lot, slowing to a stop beside him and Angelo stepped down from it. The hair at the back of his neck prickled with tension. What was he doing here and why was he standing so close to him? “Hey…Angelo,” he said nervously to quell the tension. Th

After Roy left, Cain tore off the sheet that he’d been lying on and threw it on the ground like trash, then lay down on himself, curled up like this, and fell asleep. When Roy walked downstairs, he reached for his phone, but unfortunately, the battery was dead. He felt dead as he hailed a taxi to take him to the coffee shop. He knew by now that Bryan would be notified that he was missing. He sighed, cursing Angelo in his heart, and then got into the taxi. The driver was a female driver, who passed him a pack of napkins, "Wipe off your tears." He knew in Cain’s eyes he was just a toy. Roy thanked her, took it, and rubbed it against his cheeks. The taxi stopped at the entrance of the coffee, and when he saw the car the bodyguards always drove out at a glance, his shoulders sagged in relief. After paying for the taxi, he opened the door and walked down, heading towards the guards. Anna, the female guard hurried towards him once she saw him, “SIR! Mr. Anderson was dead worried abo

“You know what I do to rats?” the man slammed his fist into the punching bag before him, a sinister smile on his lips.He waited a few moments for a response and there wasn’t any, he turned around and sliced the blade in his hands through the side of the face of the man bound to a chair.A loud scream rends the air and he dug his blade deeper, “When I ask questions, you reply!”“Yes Master Cain!” the man bound to the chair bawled, sticky liquid dripping from his nostrils as it colluded with the blood running down his face.“I asked, do you know what I do to rats?” Cain asked again, withdrawing his blade from the man’s face.“You teach them a lesson Master!” tears seeped from his eyes as he continued to cry.“What type of lesson?” chuckling darkly, he ran a finger over the stubble lining his jawline.“Don’t let me say it, Master…Fuck!” the bleeding man screamed as Cain dug the blade into his shoulders. “They give you their tool of snitching.” His voice shook as he spoke.“Good boy.” Ca