Heir of Two Lord's

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His eyes glow red with well-hidden rage yet calm on the outside as he stares directly at Donald.

Soon, a soft cold sensation ran through Cain's senses. 

"Move" A soft voice echoed in his ears, smoothing like a dream whisper yet arrogant and authoritative in its tone.

Turning to look at what caused the cold sensation, a cold jet black saber was softly placed below his neck.

A warning from the tall athletic lady that followed Donald.

With a silent stare, Cain withdrew his position with a smile.

Donald who suddenly felt safe spoke out, "Mr. Cain, let me introduce myself again"...

He said adjusting his clothes and collar while trying to save as much face as possible.