Walter narrowed his eyes and hissed in that sharp, nasal voice of his, "Whoever it was… they're dead."

Suddenly, Andrew's image popped into his mind. However, he gave a dismissive shake of his head and scoffed.

"That little bastard? Nah. No way he could've taken out Goldfangs. If someone really did it, then it had to be someone else. Maybe someone from the Keller family, or one of Derek's elite guards."

Nonetheless, guessing did not matter anymore.

Walter ordered his men to bury the body right there on the spot. Then, without saying another word, he climbed back into the SUV and returned to the Driscoll residence with his crew.

After a moment of hesitation, he gritted his teeth and decided to face the music. He was going to see Maurice, even this late at night.

"Sir," Walter reported, head bowed, "the two assassins I sent after that brat are dead."

Maurice sat under the harsh overhead lights, the black mark covering half his face exposed in full view, making him look eve