Somewhere in Russia. . .
Another wine glass flew across the room and hit the wall. Its fragments are scattered on the floor. Grigory's assistant, Irwan, heaves another sigh. His boss has driven crazy once again because of the report they had just received.
They found out that Master Shun Crow or Quinn Williams was granted hundreds of billion-dollar amounts by Chairman Crow from the Association, donating to the UN Foundation.
He was in a rage because of someone's heir, who was spending the funds of the Association for his own interest.
"Irwan, call everyone for a meeting," after a long silence, Grigory ordered his assistant.
He wanted to gather all the Lords of the Russian Alliance and convince them to raise a protest regarding this Master Shun Crow's action.
How dare that cub! His head keeps mumbling. He works hard to reach this position, then because of that, Prince! He won't accept that a spoiled brat like him will lead them.
