The headquarters was massive, and Andrew headed straight for the highest level. Everyone knew that was where Jerome's private quarters were located.

Alex and his men were stationed outside the main hall at the very top. When he saw Andrew approaching, he sneered with a cold smile. "I thought you might be all bark and no bite. I figured you wouldn't have the guts to show up!"

Andrew's expression remained stone-cold. "Where's Zachary? Let him go, and I might spare your life!"

Alex burst into angry laughter. "You arrogant little punk! You've got some serious nerve talking like that. If we actually fought, I could kill you in seconds! Go on in. Zachary's fine; I'm just having a nice chat with Mr. Thornton."

Andrew walked into the side hall and saw three people inside.

One of them was Zachary, seated quietly below. The second was Jerome, a square-faced man with a scholarly appearance,

The third person was a strangely beautiful young man with two long strands of hair falling be