"I am a multi-millionaire at this point, my lord. And I am still on the clock. As soon as my shift is over, I will go to Deathfall and put every last soul I have into your pot."
Shocked by his declaration, I almost fell out of my seat. Phillip made a stern face as he looked at me without a trace of humor.
"You. You're serious. Aren't you?"
"I meant what I said, my lord. I began my journey with you with only 300 souls. I will never forget how you saved my life. If you survive tomorrow, I intend to follow you forever," he vowed.
Phillip Scrivener was a greedy bastard. Cunning and manipulative, I will never forget what he told me on my first night in Hellsgate.
"Every generation has its heroes and I know you are the one for these dire times Mr. Smith, I would be more than willing to stake my life on it."
Overwhelmed by his words, I remained silent. Yvonne suddenly struck a triumphant pose as she exclaimed.
