In the meeting room of baron Greenwall,
"You vile creature, this is fraud. You fooled me." David Greenwall shouted as he crushed the papers in his hand and tore them into pieces. His glaring eyes wanted Cent dead.
But he did not dare to move recklessly. Not because he cared about his image or there were knights stopping him. It was Cent's eyes. Full of domination and control. As if the man had the world on his fingertips.
