Crack!
Crash!
Splinter!
"Sir, your hand is bleeding!" One of the maids yelled, seeing Neil's hand dripping blood on the white marble flooring.
He had just crushed a wine glass in his hand from anger.
A vein was running along his clenched jaw, his eyes bloodshot from the suppressed wrath he felt at this moment.
In front of him was the television, broadcasting Aren's press conference.
He hadn't felt this angry in his whole life. He could kill those people on the television screen if they appeared in front of him at this moment.
He even entertained the thoughts of having them assassinated but then dropped the idea.
Killing them right now would make him the most likely suspect, sentencing him to an even more messed up situation than the current one.
"Sir, please allow me—"
"Don't touch me!"
"Kyaa!"
The maid who had yelled before, brought a first aid kit to treat him, and just as she approached his hand, Neil jerked her away in annoyance, causing her to fall to the floor.
