Love At The Wrong Table

Feeling a bit familiar, the beautiful supervisor asked, “W-What’s your name?”

“Yosef Harper!” The man replied, staring at her. “I’m a representative of the Tanner family. Don’t I have the right to go to the island?”

“Oh? It’s, um, it’s you!” The beautiful supervisor turned even paler. The staff member with Yosef’s sword at her throat started crying. People around began to back away.

They had all received the police’s message. ‘this man had killed many people and escaped from prison.’ ·

“Please, calm down. Let me check with the boss!” The beautiful supervisor, fearing refusal might lead to bloodshed, called Joe for instructions.

The reply was surprising. “Let him board! Arrange a special boat to take him to the island!”

exciting martial arts spectacle; other matters were secondary. Even if the police wanted access, they would find it difficult to bypass his security. Whether Yosef would participate was not Joe’s decision; for now, he just allowed Yosef to reach the

spree. Instead, he sheathed his sword and followed

island was brightly lit-a

Emmanuel and Mackenzie led the way, followed by other family members. There was applause and fireworks-a grand event, almost like the Olympics, exclusive to

had such immense influence. Nearly all the elite of Nuthana were present, even the mayor of

order of entry was based on the current status of each faction in Nuthana-the higher the status, the later the entry. When the Quillen family entered, many others

exciting than the preliminaries. The odds of

family of Gratz approached with a proud smile, extending his hand for a shake. Mackenzie merely nodded, neither warm