In the chaotic study, books were scattered everywhere, and shards of cups and vases littered the floor.
After hanging up the phone, Sly stared blankly at the photo of his son Robert in his hand, still without any concrete evidence to prove that Robert had been killed by Charles. Nevertheless, he couldn't shake the feeling that Charles was somehow involved in his son's death.
Moreover, today, in front of everyone, he, a Level Four Beast Master and the head of the Taylor family, had been openly betrayed and humiliated.
He couldn't swallow this affront at all!
Not long after, Sly dialed Kevin's number. "Charles has left town; now's our chance to quietly get rid of him outside the city."
"Sly, are you telling me you, a Level Four Beast Master, aren't confident enough?"
"Just help me this one last time. You don't have to strike, just ensure he doesn't escape," Sly explained, furrowing his brow.
