"We await your next visit, customer!"
The merchant's cheery farewell echoed faintly through the shop, but Damien did not spare it even a glance. He stormed out into the street, his expression cold enough to freeze blood.
The Yellow Lock family was going to regret ever existing.
From behind, Susan Barkov's gaze lingered on his retreating figure. The faint curve of amusement tugged at her lips as she murmured to herself, "His anger is commendable, but no matter how angry he is, what is he worth in front of a family like Yellow Lock?"
Her voice was tinged with both admiration and pity, a duality only someone who had lived long in the shadows of power could hold.
She exhaled slowly, shaking her head.
