At the same time, in the heart of the business district.
DragonGate Corp, Northriver Branch.
The office was a testament to modern luxury and power. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the city, while the interior was decorated with imported leather, rare mahogany, and abstract art worth more than most people's lifetime earnings.
Mitch Lee sat on a plush sofa, looking utterly miserable. His face was a canvas of bruises, swollen purple and yellow. His right hand was heavily bandaged, throbbing in rhythm with his heartbeat.
"Cousin Ron," Mitch whined, his voice thick with pain. "I went to the Sutton Family house at noon to demand the person, but that waste Jack Brooks wasn't there. He must have run away!"
Behind the massive mahogany desk sat a man who looked nothing like
