Chapter 201: The Wrath of Lyson

In the opulent, yet now deathly quiet, main hall of the Showyer family mansion, Evan Showyer sat upon his ornate redwood chair, his knuckles white as he gripped the armrests. The air, once filled with the arrogance of a dominant clan, was now thick with the suffocating stench of dread. A subordinate, his face ashen and slick with cold sweat, knelt on the floor, his head bowed so low his forehead nearly touched the polished marble. He had just finished delivering the report, and each word had...