As Durrell Landon closed the room door, she picked up the nearby lamp and smashed it at him.
This bastard—
He tormented her so much that she didn't want to deal with him anymore.
The lamp shattered on impact, he paused outside the door, then gently closed it.
Oliver Gale saw another wound on Durrell Landon's chest from downstairs and felt a headache coming on:
"I say, when did you pick up the habit of self-harm?"
Durrell Landon's expression was indifferent: "Help me treat the wound first."
Oliver Gale: "..."
Unable to stop himself from murmuring softly: "I don't really know what I owed you in a past life."
"What do you plan to do next?"
"Nathan Firth will likely be furious when he finds out my brother was rescued. I don't want to wait any longer. Now that my brother has been saved, I'm planning to strike first."
Oliver Gale noticed Durrell Landon's fierce expression mixed with a do-or-die determination, his eyelids twitched:
"Are you planning to kill Nathan Firth?"
