Chapter 0217

In the corridor outside the private room, the onlookers-rich second generations, group executives,

corporate

white-collar workers-stared in shock at the scene unfolding within. They could not believe their eyes.

From the outset, Fitch launched an unexpected, violent assault on Trevor and Mister Hill. Their faces

froze as

they felt disoriented.

The esteemed young heir of the Duncan family, the heir to one of the Wyverna’s top five peak families,

was

bowing to a young man in the private room, addressing him as ‘Sir Kane’ and even asking for

forgiveness?

Just who was this young man?

“Sir Kane,” Fitch apologized with a bow. He straightened up slowly, his face wearing a bitter

expression. “If I had known you were coming, I would’ve welcomed you myself! Unfortunately, this

misunderstanding occurred. Please don’t scare me; I really don’t know what’s going on here!”

The commotion outside the private room was overwhelming. The rich second-generation folks,

executives, and white-collar workers stared in disbelief at Fitch and Alexander, feeling as if their brains

were failing to process the situation.

Fitch was frightened by this young man? Judging by his appearance, he clearly held immense respect

for him. Still, was there any young person who could command such reverence from Fitch in the entire

Wyverna?

above. Was this young man’s status

Alexander spoke in a calm tone, not blaming

ground

said softly, “This foreigner drugged my relative here. Luckily, I arrived in time.

slower,

unimaginable. This is your establishment. You know what to

changed slightly. He turned abruptly, his gaze piercing as

fallen

Trevor.

Lord Alexander’s relative? This guy had

hand abruptly, his voice carrying an icy chill, “Drag him out and

him!”

bodyguards sprang into action and each grabbed his legs: One of the

ax and ruthlessly kicked Trevor in

echoed as blood and flesh blurred in Trevor’s crotch. Already

moments

convulsed violently, his body twitching a few times. He

scream as

on the

to execute Fitch’s orders. They dragged Trevor by the ankles, from

the stairs to the backyard of the establishment,

of blood on the ground, and Trevor looked

“Mister Duncan! Mister Duncan!”

of the private room, the manager, Patrick Hill

unfold with

+15 BONUS

I’m damned. I was

this young man was. I really didn’t! Because

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