"Argh!" The man who had escorted Vandy in let out a mournful groan and collapsed.
Mr. White's face turned pale with fright as a bullet hole appeared in the coffee table, right between his legs.
Vandy tapped his thumb on the armrest of his chair, not bothering to look towards Lionel. He already knew Lionel was the one who had fired the fatal shot.
"Aya, my marksmanship is getting worse every day," Lionel lamented dejectedly, rubbing his head against the arm of one of the ladies massaging him. His antics elicited giggles from the group of ladies accompanying him.
Vandy remained expressionless, but Mr. White wasn't as composed. His forehead and back were drenched with cold sweat. He hadn't anticipated having to negotiate with the two great ancestors at the same time.
Vandy was like a bus
