The Impervious Courier

Chapter 63

Arold was already wetting his pants when he heard this. He didn't even care that he was about fifty years old. He didn't care about age. What Cory had just said was so huge and disturbing. It was something that had unsettled his whole body system, and his head was heating.

"My Lord. Please forgive me. Don't do this." Arold sprung at the feet of Cory, a relentlessly effort to grapple at the legs of Cory.

Cory sent the tip of his shoes into the jaws of Arold. Anna gasped, clutching her palm to her mouth when she heard the crack of broken bones at the contact.

Cory's face held no trace of emotion after the suicidal kick he gave Arold in the face. Arold's face was streaming with blood now.

"Did she even get the chance to beg you?" Cory bellowed at him, his face tightening.

When the image of the dying receptionist flashed through his mind again, he gritted his teeth. Something deep inside of him was awakened.

He lifted his gaze at Anna. Anna was scared to look at him. Lord Theo was c