"I said," a grim voice came from outside the door. Brandan slowly walked inside, his features gradually appearing, those star-like eyes filled with coldness that pierced to the bone, "If you don't bring her back personally, I'll make you wish you did!"
Iris Harris looked up, the man's sinister face in the cold rain night was like a ghost demanding vengeance, her breath caught, and an indescribable chill surged through her body.
What has he done with Xavier?
William Moore looked at him, his complexion showing a pale hue in the night, Brandan's men had already gathered outside his door, the car lights illuminating the entire hillside like daylight.
Ultimately, it couldn't be hidden.
He sighed softly in his heart, but his expression became colder and colder.
Brandan had blocked all routes going abroad; private planes needed his approval to take off. In River City, he practically ruled everything, rendering William helpless.
