"I will not!" Julian Wolfe refused, his expression fierce, his posture slightly bent as he squinted at the people around him. Upon closer inspection, the veins on his neck and arms were bulging, a state perpetually ready for battle.
"Mr. Morris, please." The old butler did not prompt anyone else forward but instead instructed Harley Morris to approach voluntarily.
"Alright." Harley Morris nodded gentlemanly, then took a step toward accepting the punishment and interrogation.
But as soon as he took half a step, he was forcibly pulled back by Julian Wolfe, whose eyes gleamed with a predator's gaze. He spoke, "I won't let you go. You are not allowed to go anywhere!"
Julian Wolfe's nature was inherently twisted and sick, normally appearing as just a gamer, lying around eating chips and drinking cola. But once triggered, even Harley Morris had to comply.
Standing behind him, Harley Morris already felt the pain from the grip on his arm, transmitting from bone.
