Sergio and Kelvin looked ready to tear into each other.

Guillermo slammed his hand on the table and barked, "Gentlemen, either we do this, or you can see yourselves out. If you're joining this hunt, then you need to act professionally. Personal grudges have no place at this table right now. If you're hell-bent on settling this, I'll arrange a proper venue for you two to fight it out afterward."

Sergio grinned. "I'd love nothing more!"

Kelvin's eyes turned cold as ice. "Perfect. I can't wait to see Mr. Harding Senior's skull cracked wide open."

These two families were sworn enemies. Years ago, the Nieves family of Sylvan Peaks had arranged a marriage alliance with the Chetvine's Harding family. Unfortunately, Sergio had killed the bride from the Nieves family.

Very few people knew why, and from that day on, the two clans turned from in-laws to mortal enemies. If they were not separated by geography, they would have gone to war long ago.

Julius rose to his feet, looking utterly bor