The Warlord's Revenge

Chapter 68

Victor walked into the office, Emma by his side, exuding an air of calm despite the whispers that had already begun before they even reached the door. His presence, though quiet, was impossible to ignore. The rumors of his demise had spread like wildfire, and the disbelief in his return was evident in every set of eyes that watched him move through the room.

"Is that...Victor?" someone murmured.

“I thought he was dead,” another whispered, clearly shocked.

Victor’s expression remained unchanged, but Emma’s eyes flicked to the side, catching the faces of the ones speaking under their breath. She didn’t like the way they were looking at Victor, their voices laced with suspicion and disdain.

“This man doesn’t know when to stay down,” one of them said louder this time, shaking his head in disbelief.

Emma stopped walking abruptly, her eyes narrowing. She’d had enough.

“What did you just say?” she snapped, turning to face the group who had been gossiping.

The men shifted uncomfortably, avoi