Crack! Crack!
Electric arcs flowed around the refined middle-aged man.
His body was trembling.
The last light in his eyes looked hopefully towards a certain direction.
It was the back of a person in a yellow leather coat who hurried away.
Numerous ethereal figures flashed past the middle-aged man's eyes.
That was his wife, who was covered in wounds but had bright eyes.
He loved her deeply.
He was chosen to become the spokesperson of the York Family.
He had fought hard for it.
Naturally, it was to allow his family to live happier.
In order to obtain this position, he had also used many cruel methods.
This was what his wife objected to.
Having snatched the York family's olive branch, he should have soared into the sky.
Who would have thought that in this first upper-class cocktail party of his life, he was already harmed by the young master of the main family?
He had left his life here too.
