Chapter 40

Silas stormed through the cemented hallways, his impatience radiating like a storm about to break loose. His finely tailored suit seemed incongruent with the turmoil churning within him. His piercing gaze quickly caught the guards standing at the end.  

His speed quickened as he stormed towards them.

The guard looked up, his eyes widened at Silas. He could feel the anger radiating off him in waves. 

"Who brought him here?" Silas growled, his voice cutting through the stillness like a blade. He grabbed the guard by the collar of his shirt, his grip firm and commanding. The guard was caught off guard by the sudden onslaught, trembled under his' grip.

"I-I... I don't know, Mr. Anderson," the guard stuttered, his words escaping in a nervous stammer. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he struggled to maintain composure under his penetrating gaze.

Silas tightened his grip, frustration simmering beneath his composed exterior. Silvio couldn’t be h