Coco Lester was silent for a moment, "Yes."
"I heard that the King of Casselvia, Christopher Lester, is sixty-five this year and has secretly appointed the next Crown Prince, but the outside world still doesn't know who the future King is," Brandan Hyde said, chuckling, "Is it you?"
"..."
"I have no intention to pry into your privacy," Brandan Hyde softened his tone, whispering, "I promise you, Coco, I'll lend you my people, but you must ensure Iris Harris returns safely from Henry Ford, without a single hair missing. Otherwise, I'll be angry. And if I'm angry, neither Henry Ford nor you will be spared."
Coco Lester had naturally heard of Brandan Hyde's international reputation, how he went mad for a woman for three years, confronting drug dealers in the United Kingdom, making them grind their teeth in hatred but helpless. Drug dealers are the craziest, but those who render them helpless must be even more insane.
