Jorg sneered.


    He looked down to see Aria curled up from fear and reached out to pick her up before flinging her


    outside the room as if she were a ball.


    "Go!" he barked. "Gather everyone around the residence here. I might even spare your lives if I''m in a


    good mood, but if you run..."


    Eron panicked as Jorg''s ck machete inched toward him, and he promptly yelled at Aria, "Go! Do


    what Mr. Zayas said. Tell everyone it''s my order! Just go!"


    However, just as Aria pushed herself off the ground, she saw Gorde''s decapitated body just beside her.


    She promptly started yelling and fleeing like mad.


    Eron almost suffered a stroke right then. "Dumb bitch!"


    "Are you really running?"


    On the other hand, once Jorg saw what Aria was doing, he waved his hand.


    Vigor was refined into pure vigor instantly,unched into the distance and shattering Aria''s shoulders.


    Aria screamed, clutching her shoulders that were now a bloody pulp before copsing on the ground,


    her fate uncertain.


    Jorg then turned toward the trembling Shane. "Go on, boy, or it''d be worse for you."


    Shane scrambled outside without another word, yelling as he ran down the hallway, "Everyone!


    Assemble at the guest room! Mr. Eron White''s orders!"


    Jorg actually nodded in approval at Shane''s tactfulness, while Eron stared fixedly at Jorg.


    He tried to smile, but he would have looked better crying. "M-Mr. Zayas. So what have we done to


    warrant this? I''ve even met your high elder just days ago—he promised that once Frank Lawrence is


    dead, he would take my daughter to meet Maron Ocean. Wait, could Frank have managed to escape?"


    "Frank Lawrence?"


    Jorg clearly did not even recognize the name as he chuckled coolly. "Cut the crap, Eron White. I only


    do what I''m told—I wouldn''t know anything else!"


    Eron gritted his teeth and clenched his knuckles. "Then at least call your high elder to check! Someone


    could be impersonating him and giving you those orders—wouldn''t you be punished if you killed me by


    mistake? My daughter is going to be Maron''s fiancee! Even if I''m going to die, at least let me know


    why!"


    Jorg actually felt a moment of doubt as Eron tirelessly pleaded his case, and he could see that Eron


    was not lying.


    Was his daughter really going to marry Maron?


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    Even a hard man like Jorg frowned at the thought of Maron—if the brat really lost his woman because


    of Jorg, he would pursue the matter to kingdome.


    And the very thought was... irritating.


    Still, he watched as everyone in White Hall slowly gathered and smiled coolly.


    It was just a phone call—plenty of time for killing once he confirmed his orders.


    And considering that Eron could not stir up trouble, Jorg nodded.


    "Fine, you can have your phone call. But you only have one minute, and I''m killing you if you try


    anything funny." He grinned darkly as he pressed his machete against Eron''s neck.


    Kim was just locked in her own room when she heard Shane yelling outside.


    Before she could say a word, however, her servants dragged her outside to the assembly point. There,


    she found every retainer working in White Hall along with the livestock for some reason.


    Even her ailing, terminally ill grandfather was brought there.