IN JUST one snap, August's remaining patience already faded. Before he even knew it, August pulled Francis in the collar to make him stand up.

“Where is she?” August asked, his voice domineering and intimidating. “I could not contact her and Daphne for a while. What did you do to them?”

“Oh, so Daphne is with Fiona?” Francis raised a brow, followed by the side of his lips rising, too. “That's nice. I hit two birds with one stone—”

“Shut your trap,” August interjected, his gaze piercing into Francis' soul. “How evil are you to even consider killing innocent women just because of this?”

Francis, all of a sudden, laughed in response. It was so loud that it reverberated around the room, and it gave