The laughter playing freely on his lips further incensed the veins on the forehead of the man in the coat.
He seemed determined to see how He can continue to laugh in this situation!
"Isn't she your woman? With this trump card, I don't believe you dare to make a reckless move!" He too, once had a chance for revenge. But at that time, if he confronted Baron Stuart face to face, he was destined to suffer only one result - utter defeat!
This man, he had no weakness. To those who wanted to kill him, his methods were utterly bloody and brutal.
Back then, if he hadn't run away quickly, he would perhaps have lost more than just his left hand.
Baron Stuart glanced briefly at Emily Walker at the side, then turned his icy gaze back, full of arrogance, "Yes, but I need to remind you, you better protect the trump card in your hand. If anything happens to her, here, will be your graveyard."
In Baron Stuart's face, there was no sense of compromise, only unbridled confidence.
