Sixt paused, narrowing his eyes at the white door behind him.Although the hotel room was well soundproofed, his senses had sharpened beyond human limits, even his hearing. He had become exceptionally strengthened after awakening his abilities the night Master Zane helped him on the street.Especially since the faint hum of voices filtered through the walls like whispers.A sharp masculine voice was slick with arrogance, laced with a cold and mischievous laugh, echoing through the walls.“Forgive me, boss, I didn't know you had..”“I need a moment.” Sixt waved his hand dismissively the moment Mr. Jones and his bodyguards finally caught up with him. Their presence was enough distraction since he was hearing strange voices in the room he was standing next to.Sensing that the young man was blunt and distant, Mr. Jones nods, urging his bodyguards to follow him. Seems the boss didn't want to be disturbed.As soon as they left, Sixt took a step closer to the door then he stopped.“Look at

Eric's reputation reached far and wild. And his clean killings are known across underground circles as his abilities were beyond the ordinary! When he single-handedly took down the most powerful mafia lord in the city, everyone knew better not to get into his black book as he was now connected with the lord's of the underworld!This fellow had just created his own grave! And Irene was certain that he stood no chance against a man as powerful as Eric! A nephew to Don Brad!“Oh… by all means, handle it… you have the floor, your majesty.” Eric raised his hands defensively as if giving the man a go ahead to showcase his foolishness.Hearing the condensation in his tone, Sixt tilts his head, “Don’t push me. I might actually take the whole floor, and you'll be on your knees begging for mercy.” Sixt confidently remarks, taking several steps close to Eric with a fearless and burning gaze.Eric was taken back! He shifts his gaze to Irene, then to the man, but trying to mask his puzzlement. S

It was 5:30 in the evening, and Sabrina was sitting next to her childhood best friend, Irene. “...Apple juice, please.” Irene tells the maid, who bowed before walking away.She was in the Zane family's guest room, catching up with her friend, laughing and cracking jokes like old times.“She didn't dare touch the files when I stepped in.” Sabrina smirked.“I trust your capabilities! Haha!”They both laughed heartily.The two were good friends, and after having her drink, Irene dropped the glass on the table, turning to face her, “But the meeting with the client isn't why I am here…” She smiles, “You know your grandfather's influence in the society. And you attend meetings with the socialites… Then there must be single men in those gatherings. That being said.. I'll love for you to hook me up with a man.. or help find me one… I'm open to commitments.” She shrugged, pouting her lips with a pleading look.Sabrina cocked a brow, “You are not being serious, are you?” “I'm dead ass serious