“Young master, we have not found one lead about the madam’s whereabouts.

I’m sorry to say young master, but I think the madam is actually dead.

The mission…”

“She is not dead!” I roared, cutting him off, not caring what next he had to say as I jumped up from the chair which I sat on.

My cold eyes bore into his, my nose flared, and my breathing heavy.

I could feel his bones crunching beneath my palm brought me out of my dazed state.

And I traced the noise down to his pathetic, weak jaws.

I had no idea when my hands wrapped around them, but I barely cared....