Was it fear? No. It was rage.
Alvin watched from the side, the smirk on his face growing more pronounced.
Altan's gaze was instantly as sharp as two blades, piercing Baron Chase and Charles.
His fists clenched unconsciously, knuckles turning white. His body leaned slightly forward, as if he were about to pounce at any moment.
The arrogant face of Henry flashed in his mind. 'Everything I had was destroyed by Henry and his family.'
"You…" Altan's voice trembled, but it was more from rage and hatred.
"I will not forget your family's name."
His eyes were filled with killing intent, as if he wanted to devour Baron Chase and Charles right where they stood. He tried to force himself to remain calm, but his body trembled uncontrollably—it was a tremor born of burning rage and a surging, suppressed desire for revenge.
'Damn it, if I can't get Henry, you think I can't get you?'
