Chapter 111: The Young Witch Lord

On the outskirts of Seapolis, right outside Vera Vernell's house, a black Audi pulled up quietly. A young man stepped out of the backseat. He looked like a scholar, with gold-rimmed glasses and pale, refined features-he seemed to be in his early twenties, but there was something cold and off-putting about him. "Young Witch Lord," croaked an old man with a sinister vibe. "Finnegan says Adrianna Whiteley and Vera Vernell are being held here." "Jimmy, huh?" The young man sneered, his eyes full of...