One Punch to Decide
The exorcists watched Julian D'Aurelius with growing awe.
What is a true master?
Powerful.
Low-key.
Deeply loyal.
Not loud. Not reckless.
A man who stands still when the storm comes.
Rex Valquin's composure finally cracked. His palms were damp, his breathing uneven.
"What should we do now?" he asked hoarsely.
He could not watch his son die.
But he could not let his nephew die in his place either.
Evan had just dismantled more than ten professionally trained bodyguards as if they were children. His strength was beyond common sense.
Even if they called the authorities, they would never arrive in time.
If only he had spent more money. Hired true experts. Guarded the estate better.
Regret clawed at his chest.
"Believe in him," Gwen said quietly, though her fingers were trembling.
She bit her lip until it nearly bled. There was no other choice now.
Hatred burned in her eyes when she looked at Evan.
That bastard.
