Betrayed by Blood
Chapter 96
A man sat on a rather large golden chair, his adorned fingers drumming calmly against the dark wooden table before him. The rhythmic drumming ceased as a hooded figure stepped into the room, clad in black overalls. They bowed the second they saw the man and stepped closer, placing a folded piece of parchment onto the table carefully.
The man tilted his head, his eyes narrowing. He reached out and picked up the letter, unfolding it. His sharp eyes scanned the contents, his expression unreadable for a second.
The man slammed the envelope on the table in a fit of anger. "This is useless," he growled venomously. He crumpled the envelope in his hands and snapped his gaze towards the figure.
"What is this? I didn't ask for this rubbish," he hissed out.
The figure bowed down even more, almost bending in half. "Forgive me, Sir. I thought it would be useful," the figure responded.
