Chapter 90
As soon as Lancelot stepped into the banquet hall, the entire room fell silent.
The once–proud elites and powerful guests now had eyes full of excitement, their faces eager with flattery, each hoping to stand out and catch Lancelot’s attention.”
Soren quickly let go of Leigh’s hand and straightened his collar.
He then walked over to Lancelot with a respectful smile, his tone full of forced warmth, “Young Master Crawford, your presence is a great honor to the Hendricks Group!“}
Lancelot grinned lazily and spoke in a casual tone. “I heard someone say you’re the local tyrant around here. Is that true?”
Hearing that his name had reached Lancelot’s ears, Soren proudly loosened his tie and replied with a smug smile.
“I wouldn’t call myself a tyrant, but in this province, most people do show me some respect.“}
Then he looked at Lancelot flatteringly and added. “If Young Master Crawford runs into any trouble while you’re here, just say the word. I’ll handle it.”
Lancelot nodded slightly, his tone meaningful. “Actually, I do have a bit of an issue.“}]
“I invested in a club on the west side of your city.”}]
“It was meant to be a quiet spot for me to relax when I visit.“}
“But not long ago, someone trashed it.”
Hearing that, Soren’s back went stiff. He quickly said, “Who would dare mess with Young Master Crawford’s place?“}
“I’ll take care of it right away!“}
The other elites jumped in eagerly.
“That’s right! Whoever had the guts to go against Young Master Crawford must be tired of living!“}]
“Young Master Crawford, just say the word, we’ll handle it for you!“}
Lancelot lazily picked at his ear and spoke in a slow, deliberate tone.}]
“Seems the name was Zayn Cruz.”
Then he gave Soren a casual pat on the shoulder, his tone suddenly
colder.
“Word is, he’s your most trusted right–hand man, isn’t he?”
Hearing that, Soren’s face went completely pale.
He swallowed hard and stammered. “Ah… I–I’m not too sure about that…”
“Young Master Crawford, please don’t get the wrong idea. There must be some kind of mistake.”
“My guy probably didn’t know it was your place.”>
“If he had, he wouldn’t have gone near it, not in a million years.”}
Soren was trembling with nerves. His voice shook noticeably as he tried to speak.
Lancelot smiled faintly and said in a calm, almost lazy tone. “No need to be nervous.”
“Today’s the Hendricks Group’s 30th anniversary. I came all this way to give you a gift, did you forget?“}}
Seeing that Lancelot didn’t seem angry on the surface, Soren finally exhaled, relief washing over his face.”
“Thank you for your understanding, Young Master Crawford. It’s truly an honor to have you bring me a gift in person!“}]
Lancelot gave a soft chuckle but said nothing more.”
The next moment, he lifted his hand in a casual wave. His bodyguards stepped forward, carrying in a large box.
Everyone’s eyes followed it as the lid was slowly lifted.”
Inside was Zayn’s severed head.”
At the sight of it, Soren instantly stumbled back in terror, his face completely drained of color.
The room erupted in screams, panic spreading like wildfire.
What had moments ago felt festive now turned cold and suffocating.
Lancelot looked at Soren with a faint smile and said casually, “So, how about it? Do you like the gift I brought you?“}
Realizing Lancelot hadn’t come to give a gift but to settle a score, Soren completely lost it.”
After the initial shock, he turned to Lancelot in a panic, his voice shaking as he rushed to explain.
“Young Master Crawford, this has nothing to do with me!”
Then, without warning, he spun around and pointed straight at me.”
“It was her! This bitch did it!”
