Kyle's eyes turned fierce, and his gaze sharply swept across Henry Summers' face.
Henry Summers had not taken care of himself for a long time; his hair was long and messy, almost covering half of his face.
The eyes hidden beneath his bangs were full of greed.
Kyle waved his hand towards his two subordinates; each taking one of Henry's arms, they forced him to the ground.
"Stop playing tricks with me, now tell me, who are you really?" Kyle asked coldly.
"Ah! I'll talk, I'll talk..." Henry shrieked in fear, struggling, but the two men were well-trained and gave him no chance to resist.
Grace Summers had turned pale with fright from the side, biting her lip tightly, trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible.
"You have three minutes. Start talking," Kyle said mockingly, glancing at Henry. He had seen too many people like him.
They think they have leverage over him, but in reality, they're just afraid of death.
A little harshness would break him down.