In Sheridan Isolde's plan, Sergei Harris should have had an accident by now, being accidentally overturned by a drunk driving truck, to the point of either death or vegetative state.
He rubbed his eyes, making sure he wasn't seeing things.
"You... Are you a human or a ghost!"
Sheridan Isolde was somewhat panicked.
He had arranged for four bodyguards at the door, all of whom were desperados known for their ruthless and ferocious actions.
But now that Sergei Harris had broken in, it meant that the people outside had been silently taken out.
"Shouldn't Master Isolde know perfectly well whether I am a human or a ghost?"
Sergei Harris squinted, his hand clutching the iron rod trembling to the point of madness.
He was a decent businessman who would normally endure any unfairness. But there is a limit to being pushed too far, and even a cornered rabbit will bite!
Moreover, after the Devil had finished with him, the next target would definitely be Anna Harris.
