Chapter 226

“You wish to murder me? Well, come on, then, give it your best shot! If you can’t even catch me, you’re nothing more than a

fool.” Upon hearing this declaration,

Millie slightly opened the door she was about to close and flung back a daring response. Then, with considerable force, she

slammed the door shut.

It's said that one can suffer death but not humiliation. Nobody had dared equate her to a pig before.

After Millie stormed out, she stomped her foot vehemently. That inked man was indeed a pig—a pitifully ignorant one at that!

As Bjorn’s lackey prepared to chase after Millie, a hand suddenly bore down heavily on Bjorn’s shoulder. Marcus had stealthily

made his way over, his tone steeped in mockery.

“All you can do is lash out at women. You brag about ruling the underworld of Europe, but | reckon you're just king of the

subterranean rat kingdom.”

Bjorn’s lackey found his exit blocked by Derek at the doorway.

Derek towered over the other man both in stature and might. A sensation of discomfort crept over the other man as he anxiously

shot glances towards Bjorn.

Bjorn was seething. His teeth clamped down hard, and his gaze fell low. The hand resting on his shoulder felt oppressively

heavy.

Even though Bjorn possessed an imposing demeanor, he felt overwhelmed by the remarkable figure standing adjacent to him,

rendering him practically paralyzed.

Bjorn gulped, attempting to maintain a facade of ferocious determination.

“Alright, I'll hold off dealing with the woman for now. Since Mr. Thomas isn’t in the mood for dining, let’s get to contract signing.”

“Before we get to the contract, I’d advise you to call home and check on your son. A quick tip: being impulsive can lead to peril.

You have a minute to make the call,”

Marcus suggested.

“What are you implying?”

Bjorn was taken aback—a moment of bewilderment followed by a dramatic shift in his expression. He swiftly pulled out his phone

and dialed the nanny responsible for taking care of his son.

Before Bjorn could utter a word, the voice on the other end spoke first.

“Wald is missing? You imbecile! Didn’t | instruct you to stay by his side at all times?” Bjorn barked in rage.

“Dispatch our men to search for him immediately; spare no expense. If he isn’t found, you'll bear the blame.”

Bjorn was gripped by agitation, flinging his phone aside and casting a bloodshot glare at Marcus.

“Did you snatch Wade? Hand him back over to me!”

Owing to his prolonged association with the underworld, Bjorn sustained a serious injury to his reproductive system during a

fierce encounter. His son, Wald Kelly, was his sole heir. Despite his typically ruthless demeanor, Bjorn harbored a deep-seated

fear for Wald’s safety.