Chapter 1192: Prelude to the Storm

The middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back, the card on the table catching the light and drawing attention. His voice was firm and commanding, leaving no room for doubt. “A reward?” Jonathan looked at the unfamiliar card on the table and smiled faintly, shaking his head. “When I saved her, I wasn't thinking about a reward.” “Keep the card.” With that, he turned and walked out, heading for the courtyard of the Olsen residence. Even without his memories, his inherent...