"Lost? How is that possible!?"
In his study, Belfor roared furiously, his reddened eyes glaring at Rick and Erland, who kept their heads bowed timidly.
"Leader, please hear me out first. Actually…" Rick began, but Belfor hurled a glass at him, the edge striking his forehead.
A pained groan escaped Rick's lips as he rubbed the reddened skin.
"Reason? What reason? Does it even matter now? Two accusations meant to destroy the Castellan family failed miserably—and instead, they backfired on all of us! Useless!" Belfor bellowed, slamming his palm against the table.
Bang!
The deafening sound made Rick shrink back in fear. Yet he couldn't protest.
Reality was right in front of him—he lost, and the Red Obsidian Trading House suffered a devastating blow.
Damn it... Belfor growled, rubbing his temples.
His whiskers twitched while his left hand clenched into a tight fist.
