How could members of the Luther Family have made it to the backyard?
Did Samson's plan fail?
Norris's lips pressed into a thin line, his face paling dramatically.
But everything had been foolproof—how could this happen?!
"W-what's going on here?"
Margaret and Tyler were even more terrified, their faces drained of all colors.
They had known it was too good to be true—there was no way they could just walk out of the Luther Family estate unscathed.
What were they supposed to do now?!
Just then.
Jonathan stepped forward from behind the line of mercenaries, his presence cutting through the tension like a blade.
"Norris, you filthy bastard—you actually had the guts to show your face here?"
His burning gaze swept over Norris, Jonathan, and the others, his fury so palpable it seemed to scorch the air.
"Perfect timing.
Today, I'll send the adulterous couple and their bastard straight to hell."
