The Rise Of The Betrayed Heir

Chapter hundred twelve

Adrian couldn't understand the fear and anxiety filling him up. It was just too much, and even though this wasn’t the first time he was faced with situations that seemed a bit dangerous, but this one was on a different level.

That whispering voice that told him that his fears were not twisting lies in his head, but trying to bore the truth into him.

Something really awful could happen, and he felt he might be unable to escape it with Theresa by his side.

Either way, he hated the feeling. The whole place spoke, and gave an aura of power, dark power, and it boasted too easily of how they could get killed. It was the main reason for his fears.

The man looked at them, and even without the features on his face, he was somehow able to tell that he had a smile on. Then, Adrian looked at Theresa. She also seemed lost in thoughts, and it would be the best time to try to convince her, but she would despise him for it.

To him, it was better he carried out her wish, than to let his fear get the