Axel had lost his confidence. Shaquille had only treasured him because he provided them with many top-tier herbs that could not be bought with money. Now that he was useless, Shaquille would certainly stop protecting him.

Overwhelmed with fear, he looked at Claude. “I’m sorry, my dear apprentice. I’ll repent. I won’t do such a thing ever again,” he begged.

Adrian was gloating. It was too late for Axel to beg now. He was not about to forgive Axel so easily as the latter had tried to kill him. Axel thought too highly of himself.

“Drag him out and hang him on the door,” Adrian commanded, “Anyone who goes against Medicis Manor deserves death.”

Claude whispered, “Wouldn’t I seem heartless if I do that?”

“We’re being surrounded right now.” Realizing Claude had yet to realize the situation, he said, “Shaquille isn’t an easy man. He’ll attack us, and aren’t you afraid?”

Claude shuddered at that threat. He had heard about Shaquille Paxtion—said to be a man who never forgave his enemies. H