"Hello, Pest..."
The voice cut through from the end of the room— a voice too familiar.
Why is this bastard here? He clenched his fist, slowly turning his face.
"Hello, Tyson"
"Oh? The pest seems to have gained some balls" Tyson stepped forward,
"That's enough, Tyson" Anton ordered,
"Yes, yes, Chief... Can't rough up your Golden boy" he raised his hand, laughing.
"Why is he here?" Trent asked Anton.
"To clean up the mess you've made, of course" Tyson replied, chuckling.
"Where's Marie?"
"She seemed to be busy" Anton responded, turning to Tyson, "You're not here to clean up any mess. You're here to work"
"Same thing" he scoffed, glancing at Diana.
"Failed to protect the Princess, so they called the big boys"
"How's life treating you, Tyson?" Trent snapped,
"What's that supposed to mean" he growled, walking forward.
"I mean, muscles with brains... Wrong statement. How's living with those muscles?"
Why was he getting easily riled up by such an insignificant person?
