An outsider listening in might have thought Hunter was cursing a sworn enemy rather than his daughter.

Darren strode forward, his expression icy, until he stood directly in front of Hunter.

The old man faltered mid-rant, momentarily silenced by the younger man’s intimidating aura. However, he then jutted out his chin defiantly, glaring up at Darren with a mix of bravado and wariness.

“Y-you—what do you want?”

Darren’s voice was steely cold. “Mr. Clark, your sons are in prison. Your grandchil