Ch 302: Returning Home - Part 3

Nigel Heinsberg strolled through the stone corridors of the Armstrong estate with a lazy gait, twirling his short blade with idle fingers. 

He was still somewhat sore from Kyle's grip earlier, but more than that, he felt annoyed—annoyed that he had been caught off guard and pulled away mid-fight. 

That girl was tougher than she looked, but not tough enough.

He was nearly at his room when the butler stepped out from the shadows like a persistent shadow himself.

"Young master Nigel. Your father has requested your presence. He said it's something extremely important."

The butler said, bowing slightly. 

Nigel rolled his eyes. 

"Tell him I'm not interested. If he wanted to scold me, he should have come to me."

The butler did not budge.

"It concerns young master Kyle."

Nigel stopped cold.

His playful expression vanished, replaced with a sharp, hawk-like focus. 

"Kyle?"

"Yes."