Chapter 79

make fools of themselves for a meagre cash exchange.

Drake was surprised that Jeame blatantly ignored him and still gone ahead, he bounced towards him, flying mid-air. It happened very fast, Jeame only threw a leg backward, slamming it on his chest.

A great force propelled him backwards and he was flung to a tree, the tree shook make a crisp sound, and a few leaves dropped from it.

Drake was horrified not believing what had happened to him, even the pack member was yet to recollect his senses.

Jeame didn't even spare them a look, the trees swallowed him up, the pack member hurries over to Drake and tried to help him up.

But he pushed him away "get lost!" he yelled at him, the young man who wanted to perform his duty shuddered, and moved backwards.

"ah!" Drake groaned painfully as he struggled to get on his feet, he held his waist and looked murderously towards where Jeame have gone to.

The noise that forcefully woke Philip from his deep slumber was like a whooshing wind, everything happened too fast.

He jerked from the bed and quickly grabbed his gun, he swung into action and tiptoed out of his bedroom only to be startled by a man sitting majestically on a chair in his sitting room.

He had even poured a shot of his good wine that he had spent a lot on, Philip pointed his gun towards him, sensing the deadly aura the uninvited guest was exuding.

But the young man maintained his demeanour even when he was being threatened at gunpoint.

The young man lips curled up in disgust, and threw the bottle towards the window, it shattered the glass at the window.

Philip instinctively bounced and lost compose at the shattering sound made by the glass, the young man sitting down chuckled.

It happened fast, the picture beside him vanished at his watch, it all happened in a split of security.

Philip watched in horror as the young man sitting on the chair stared emotionless at the picture he held, everything happened in a split of seconds.

Philip became nervous and his pores enlarged, and he started sweating profusely, he tried to put him under his dominance, and he touched the trigger lightly.

"who the hell are you?!" he thundered, his face looking agitated, he wanted to appear fierce but he appeared to be a joker, at the one who he was threatening.

The young removed the hat from his head and dropped it on the coffee table before him.

Philip swallowed and observed his physique features and it quickly clicked an image on his head.

"Sylvester!" he exclaimed, and he quickly tried to pull the trigger.

But he was surprised the gun he was wielding four metres away, has been snatched by the young man he had just identified as dangerous.

His fingers and arms were left hanging in mid-air, the gun he was holding, was lying on his feet, his face was assailant