"I'm telling you, those two are in serious trouble," Leroy muttered.

Christina said blandly, "They've made too many enemies, and now they're targets of a bounty from the Goldings. As long as Andrew stays in the capital, it's only a matter of time before someone takes him out."

Irene let out a cold laugh. "Good! He had it coming. Didn't he strut around like a king back in Jayrodale? Now look at him—tail between his legs, hiding like a mutt in the capital!"

Right then, someone pounded violently on the suite door.

Irene shouted, "Who the hell is banging on the door like that? Leroy, see who it is. This hotel's got some nerve—I'm filing a complaint and charging them for my emotional trauma and stress damages!"

Leroy was just as annoyed. Cursing under his breath, he stomped toward the door.

However, before he could reach for the handle, the entire door flew inward with a deafening crash—kicked clean off its hinges. The heavy panel smashed straight into his face, knocking him dow