A man standing tall in the dark room received a gift box from his servant. He opened it hurriedly, but his excitement turned into vexation, and he threw it away.

“What is this, slave? I gave you only one task, and you couldn’t do it for me?”

The blooded head of Melinda rolled over the floor like a football, that black cloaked savior entered the room.

“I tried my best, master. She just took the money and left. I am sorry, master.”

“Money, good.”

That man’s vile laugh resonated in that spacious hall.

“Not bad, slave. Now, I have a perfect idea to destroy Alpha Eric Dietor. You have made...