Even in submission, the aura he exuded was potent, seemingly capable of consuming all around him.

Within the mansion, a maid who witnessed this couldn’t suppress a shudder. Marcus’ overwhelming presence, undiminished after hours of kneeling, was unparalleled within the Thomas family.

Derek quickly brought an umbrella, sheltering Marcus from the rain.

“Derek, escort Sir Marcus home without delay,” Freyja instructed.

Thoroughly drenched, Marcus climbed into the car. Derek cranked the heater to its fullest, but to no avail.

Marcus experienced fluctuating chills and warmth, leaning back, a trace of fatigue clouding his eyes. Agony radiated from his reopened wound, and his head felt unusually heavy.

“The wound must have opened again. Mr. Thomas, please endure it a bit longer. I’ll increase our speed,” Derek assured.

a loud explosion. The tire had burst, and the

at the sudden halt, his sharp black eyes looking out at the rain-soaked night. A slight contraction of his

glanced back and informed, “Mr. Thomas, we’ve

A ‘s L I B R A R

exit the car to

“Don’t leave the car.”

them in perfect condition, he concluded that someone must have deliberately placed an obstruction on the road. The heavy rain had obscured his view, causing

“We’re under attack!”

the back seat, Marcus’ coughing broke the tense silence. Fever

flushed face,

Thomas, are

was uncanny. Already weakened from his wound and drenched by the rain, Marcus was at his most

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