~Nathaniel~
I stepped out of my sleek black helicopter and onto the grounds of my company's headquarters (mainland). The rotor blades whirred to a stop, and the silence that followed was palpable. My eyes scanned the area, taking in the rows of bowed heads and fearful gazes.
“Mr. Kyle,” my employees greeted in unison, their voices trembling.
“This Mr. Rocco has proven to be stubborn and difficult to deal with,” Edward hissed, feeling annoyed. He was likewise dressed in a suit as he walked by my side.
“What's the situation on their end?” I asked, feeling a bit more composed than I was.
“They destroyed our seventeen oil barrels and made it look as though it was done by Duke Henry in the west clan.”
I nodded in understanding. "What did the Duke do to his daughter?"
“He sent her to Ni
