Mr. Wilson frowned at Lucius's question and tightened his grip on the briefcase. His eyes narrowed as he glared around the room as if searching for an opportunity to escape.
"Are you seriously fucking with me?" Black Death's gaze narrowed and his fists tightened.
Why was his Butler hell-bent on holding onto his suit?
What's the reason for his hesitation?
"I was given an order…. One I must follow." Lucius's butler said with shocking determination, confusing Black Death even more.
He wasn't sure why, but if Mr. Wilson desperately needed his suit then there must be a reason for it, and it was most likely for the wrong reasons.
"You seem to have forgotten who you serve." Black Death's eyes revealed a threatening purple glow, but to his surprise, Mr. Wilson wasn't intimidated.
