Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Avon came to halt with his little replica, who stood at the middle of himself and Lorraine. He shrunk back to hid behind Avon’s legs the moment he saw Richard stepped out.

Avon felt the strange reaction, he looked down at Lorraine and noticed the slight difference in her posture, her gaze now held fright as it devour Richard’s appearance. He also noticed how she instantly gripped the sides of her cloth, she held on tightly to it. What was Richard doing to her?

His eyes turned cold at the mere sight of Richard, as well as the thriving urge to get violent with him.

“Are you here to submit the divorce papers, or to submit yourself to your certain demise?” Avon questioned, the base of his tone stoic as well as the expression smeared on his face.

“Neither, I’m here to flip your newly reign over.” He mouthed a dark chuckle. His gaze trailed over to Atlas and Lorraine as he stepped forward, “Get to my side baby, get away from that monster,” he gestured to them, a friendly smile