Chapter 91

Theophilus, expressionless, walked towards Maynard.

"What do you want, you useless guy?" Maynard said coldly.

Smack!

Theophilus slapped Maynard, sending him tumbling to the ground, his face bruised and spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"You dare hit me?" Maynard, in disbelief and rage, glared at Theophilus, fists clenched.

With a thud, Theophilus's shoe cruelly stepped on Maynard's face, pressing it so hard that he kept vomiting blood, his half face pressed against the ground, eyes filled with extreme hatred.

"If Pandora had been one minute late, you would be a corpse by now." Theophilus said softly.

"You're finished, you useless thing. I'll make you regret being born. Don't think that relying on Pandora's power means you can beat me! At best, you're just her dog!"

Theophilus' eyes sparkled with a cold glint as he leaned forward, lifting his foot for