Kieran stood tall and composed, his gaze lowered at the man on the ground.

Although he had held a position of power for years and often carried a cold demeanor, he had never disregarded others.

But as Dennis met his gaze, a chill ran down his spine.

Kieran's gaze was cold and detached, a look belonging to a corpse.

"How dare you lay a hand on me? Do you not care about the ties between the Morgan and Moore families?" Dennis regained his composure.

Beatrice tried to help him but froze when she met Kieran's gaze.

The rumors about the Morgan Group's president had always described him as decisive and ruthless. But she had never taken them seriously.

How could a young man be as formidable as people claimed? It was ridiculous.

But now, she realized that those rumors weren't exaggerations.

Kieran snorted. "Perhaps the Morgan family in Luxford has some history with the Moores."

no ties

you forgotten? My grandfather had

"What do you

family's businesses in the country will change ownership." Kieran's voice was low and chilling as he delivered the

teeth and glared at Beatrice. "What are you

bodyguards were stationed

right through him. Before Dennis could steady

he fell to his knees in

"You...

just going to stand there and let an outsider treat your father like this? Do you have

helping Faith up while Alfredo stepped in

When Beatrice noticed the

clothes, she paused, a flicker of concern

you to

reaching

sheer absurdity of the situation, but tears fell as soon as

cut ties with you long ago. Please don't

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