Silver's POV
I drink all the brandy in my glass. I turned around and looked at the three of them.
"It looks like the three of you are enjoying your stay here in my humble villa," I stated.
They look at each other and bow their heads. "Yes, master," they said.
It was we who killed the royal guards who were transporting the Aquille family to the place where they should spend the rest of their lives.
"That's good then. Relax because the next few weeks will be interesting," I remarked.
Mr. Aquille looks at me. I know he understands what I really mean. I look at his wife. She stood up.
"I understand. I'll excuse myself, master," she says. She stood up right away. I smiled and watched her as she walked away.
I notice how sharp Donald's eyes are. I can see the hatred in his eyes. I softly laugh.
"Relax; you're in my territory. Don't make such a scary face," I assert.
