"If you want to accuse me of something, you'll find any excuse! Since Young Master Seys is so capable, why not deploy the armed police or the special forces to suppress us with power? Just go ahead and falsely charge us with kidnapping or murdering Ariel Morris!"
Arlo Seys's lips were cold, cold like the winter ice. His gaze flickered over to Susan Saxton, who was burying her head in Kylie Morris's arms, her body trembling violently. His eyes harbored a bone-chilling ferocity, like a blade about to unsheath, ready to execute everyone present.
On the table, among the fruit platter, lay a fruit knife. Arlo Seys swiftly picked it up, his eyes emanating extreme coldness, deftly grabbing Howard Saxton by the collar, the fruit knife already pressed against Howard's neck.
"Is this what you call tyranny?" Arlo Seys's lips were devoid of warmth, "Then let me show you the true meaning of tyranny!"
