This man’s aura was different from Mr. Shen’s or Maestro K’s subordinates whom she had met before. This was an aura of death that felt deeply familiar to her.
"Who are you?" Clara asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
Maestro K shifted his gaze to Clara. He stared at her for a long time, as if appraising the quality of an antique. "Ah, so this is the reason the Sovereign threw away his throne? What a truly beautiful face. It's no wonder you became so... tame, Ethan."
"Don't talk to her," Ethan cut in, his voice now as hard as granite. "State your demands, then leave before I lose my patience."
Maestro K laughed softly. He leaned back in his chair, looking perfectly relaxed amid the escalating tension. "Patience? You're talking about patience to the man who watched you slaughter an en
