Felicity was dead.
Lancelot felt a murderous aura rise up within Finn Taylor the moment the woman took her last breath—it felt as though he was a demon from hell.
"Ah!" A thunderous roar sounded in the Taylor family's residence before a bloody scene followed.
Five minutes later, Jefferson Taylor laid lifelessly on the ground while his brother was on the brink of death.
As for Benjamin Taylor, he was still seated on the master's chair. However, he was no longer as arrogant as before.
His hands and lips were trembling. 'Finn Taylor… Isn't he a piece of trash? Didn't everyone say that he's easily bullied? But why is he so strong? Why did he have to ask for Lancelot and Guinevere's help if he was so strong?'
Benjamin Taylor was confused, but he didn't have any time to think more about it because a fist punched right at his face at that very moment.
His entire chest caved in.
Bang!
