I didn't give a damn about anyone's status.
If someone crossed me, we were all equal in my book.
I looked at Mya Winona, frowning. "Who hit you?"
Mya stuttered, "No...nobody, I got hurt by bumping into something."
Ice-cold fury flashed through me. I waved my hand, and my terrifying aura instantly lifted the suppression on Victor Green and Mya.
The moment they could move again, Victor and Mya scrambled up from the ground.
"You two, come in with me," I said coldly.
Victor grabbed my arm. "Mr. Raymond, please be careful."
I nodded, then strode into the house.
The second I walked in, I saw a woman in high heels standing there, radiating an air of nobility.
When she spotted me, Zaria Buchanan said coolly, "So you're Mason Raymond?"
I didn't speak. My eyes, burning with murderous intent, locked onto Zaria.
Acting like she owned the place, Zaria said indifferently, "Sit down."
I didn't respond. Instead, I asked, "Are you the one who made them kneel at the door?"
