Ethan watched him leave the room, then returned a cold, flat stare to Maxime.
"Great job. Really. You had one task today. Just one, to make him angry..."
"Sir, please. Please help me, release me," Maxime's voice shaking, "I will give you money... Not just money, but I will give you all my fortune..."
Ethan coldly stares at him, "You do not understand, kiddo... Axel never forgets who threatens his family. And he never forgives."
Maxime let out a choked sob.
Ethan ignored Maxime's desperate plea. He turned to the two guards in the doorway and said, "Take him to the execution room!"
As the guards dragged Maxime away, he screamed, kicked, begged, and cursed. But nothing worked. Ethan adjusted his sleeve and followed at a calm pace.
He followed them down a different staircase to the floor below.
The place looks entirely different—cold and dark, with stone walls and a stone floor that resembles a medieval dungeon.
