Harvey’s words were simple and straightforward.

He didn’t care for Brennan, much less Mordu’s well-known Leonard Bray.

“What did you just say?”

Brennan, who was crossing his legs on the couch nonchalantly as he waited for Harvey to kneel, froze. He wondered if he had heard wrong.

Countless wealthy young masters would usually wail and scream to be accepted by him, though Brennan never cared for them.

He gave this kid a chance for his junior’s sake, and yet this kid promptly rejected his offer?

Brennan seriously thought he had misheard wrong.

“I made it very clear. You’re unworthy.”

“Even your master doesn’t have the right.”

“As for Lucas, Justin, or that Lebron guy.”

“I can handle it.”

“There’s no need for you to worry.”

Harvey said every word loud and clear.

Listening to him, Kait grew even more anxious.

“Harvey, now’s not the time to be prideful!”

“I know that you’re strong, and that you’re capable.”

“But people like Lebron have hands stained full of blood. He’ll stop