At the same time, in the White Lush Club, in one of the private rooms, Sean sat on the couch, his hands covering his face as he thought about everything that transpired in his very own club, where he was supposed to rule.
The more he thought about it, the more hatred he was filled with and…
"I'll kill that bitch," Sean murmured under his breath.
"She is the one behind it. I can't prove it, but I know it. There is no way there could be so many similarities in the things they said and the timing of everything," Sean murmured again.
Andrew, who had been busy making calls on behalf of him and connecting with the underworld to find out who was the name behind Nocturnal Hunters and if he could directly connect with them, turned to Sean.
"What are you talking about?" he asked casually, not having heard him properly.
Sean looked up, his eyes bloodshot from anger and humiliation.
