About three to four hours had passed since the incident between Devon and Margaret.
Both of them were also no longer in any room anymore. While Margaret went to handle some matters in the mansion hall, Devon was making arrangements on how he was going to treat the fuck up of these ungrateful bastards.
Devon had always been a gentle, devil fearing, kind-hearted and even a selfless soul, except when he was pushed, which he would also prefer to stay away from trouble.... Who am I kidding?!
He was the complete opposite of those characteristics named out. Devon was a wrecker, and one very certain thing was that whatever he was planning for those protesting against him wasn't going to be good.
At the moment, Devon could be seen in a huge room in the mansion space. It could be said that this room was going to be the biggest in the entire mansion, as the layout was simply just extraordinary.
