"Mr. Knight, please," Victor's voice carries a desperate edge as he rises from his chair. "Before you... before you do anything irreversible, consider this carefully."
I turn toward him, my expression blank. The killing intent still radiates from me in waves, making both Victor and Olivia shiver in the suddenly frigid air.
"Alistair Webb isn't just some businessman who got lucky when your family died," Victor continues, his words coming faster now. "He's built the Qinghe Group into something massive. Something that spans multiple provinces. He has connections with government officials, military contracts, international partnerships."
"Are you suggesting I should be afraid of him?"
"No! No, of course not." Victor waves his hands frantically. "I'm suggesting that destroying him might require more than just walking into his office."
I sink back into my chair, gesturing for him to continue. Victor interprets this as permission to speak freely.
