Chapter 205

Chapter 205:

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“Who are you? How dare you lay hands on me?” Richard wheezed, writhing in pain.

Bootsteps echoed through the cavernous factory—heavy, deliberate. From the dim light emerged a pair of polished leather shoes. The man towering over Richard radiated menace, though his face was still half-lost in shadow.

Richard squinted up—and froze.

The man was young, strikingly handsome, with aristocratic features and a poise that belonged in a ballroom rather than a ruin. Yet the handgun he twirled between his fingers made one thing chillingly clear: this was no gentleman.

“W-who are you?” Richard stammered, fear strangling his voice. This man was no ordinary person.