Chapter 35. Enemies All Around

Third Person’s POV

On the 13th floor of a posh hotel, a man in blue ripped jeans and a white shirt with sleeves rolled to his elbows leaned forward with a smirk.

The tip of his dagger was pointed to another man’s neck who was kneeling before him.

“Sir, we have found out about Miss Angelica,” A subordinate rushed inside the hotel room.

A victorious glint appeared in the man’s eyes who had been pressing his dagger on the culprit’s neck.

“Is that so?” He tilted his head and pressed the dagger further into the culprit’s neck until it went through it.

Blood splurged on the expensive carpet, staining it and his shirt with the red ink of the human’s vital liquid.

“Yes, sir,” the subordinate trembled slightly at the gruesome sight before him.

Jarvin turned to look at the man whose voice faltered before turning to his right-hand man.

“Is he one of us?” Jarvin asked. How dare one of his men show weakness before such a minuscule amou