An Understated Dominance

Chapter 225

"What?" Phineas froze, and he cried. "Sir Alfred, we did nothing to you. Why are you doing this?"NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

"It's true that I have nothing against you. However, you offended the young master in my family, so I cannot forgive you." Alfred looked at them calmly.

"T-that's impossible! We would never dare to do that!" Phineas suddenly froze. "The Rhys family? Rhys? Don't tell me... You're talking about Dustin Rhys?'

"Bingo. That's the eldest son of the Rhys family, Logan Rhys." Alfred smiled.

'L-Logan Rhys? The kirin? H-how is that possible?!" Phineas looked like he was about to have a heart attack at any time.

He'd done his research before. Dustin was merely a pretty boy who depended on the Harmon family to get to where he was today. How could he possibly be Logan Rhys?

Logan Rhys, the man who nearly brought on the war that could have destroyed a nation. The man who received the title of "Legendary Demon' a decade ago.

No wonder the Executioner was here. It turned out that they had offended Logan Rhys.

"Now, choose. Will you die, or will it be your son?" The old man was still smiling. However, it was now more like the devil's grin.

"Dad, I don't want to die! I'm still young. I have a bright future ahead of me. Please save me!" Matt knelt before his father and begged; tears and snot stained his face.

Phineas' lips parted, but he was at a loss for words. It seemed like the only choice left was to die for his son.

Just as he was going to announce his choice, a blade pierced him through the back and emerged from his chest.

With a gurgle, Phineas froze and stared at the blade protruding from his chest before turning to look at Matt, who had a crazed look in his eyes.

Phineas expression slowly transformed from dismay to shock, before stopping at disbelief. He never expected his son to be so impatient, going as far as to kill his father!

"Why? Why?" Phineas' eyes were wide with disbelief.

"You're over 50 years old, Dad. You've lived long enough, so please die! If you don't, I'll be the goner." Matt beamed maniacally as tears streamed down his face.

"You treacherous spawn!" Phineas wailed anguishedly before drawing his last breath.

Matt giggled gleefully. "He's dead, Sir Alfred. Dead! You can let me go now, right?"

Matt knelt on the floor, looking crazed.

*I've seen many assholes, but you're one of the rarer kinds. Leaving trash like you alive will only pollute the air, so we should still get rid of you." With that, Alfred turned around and left.

"Y-you're not keeping your fucking word! You said you'd let me live, Horst! Why? Why?!" Matt wailed bitterly. However, the only reply he got was the strike of a cold blade.

As they stepped out of the villa, Alfred asked abruptly, "How many members are then in the Laney family's main lineage?"

"The report says 35 of them," the burly young man replied.

'I see. Well, get rid of all of them."