Chapter twenty three

Viktor felt very much insulted. He was angry that the disrespect and humiliations had happened in the presence of everyone. Everyone that was a part of the Table.

Oliver's words rang again in his ears, "How dare he try to give me money?" Viktor grunted.

The shelter home was none of his concern anymore. They should all die and fragment for all he cared! It was just for public eye since the beginning. How did the masked brat know about the shelter in the first place?

Viktor felt like he had better use for his money instead of taking care of vermin that were on the streets. What did they expect him to do, take care of the entire world like he was their king?

"Fucking bigots!" He grunts again.

Last time he heard from the shelter, he had told her he wasn’t the cause of their misfortune, and he would do whatever he can only when he wants to help.

"How long has it been?" Viktor asked himself, rubbing his chin and staring off into the distance. It must have been a few years since he last set
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