Late at night at the Golding family estate, the massive mansion blazed with lights from top to bottom. Strangely, though, the entire place was dead silent, not a single person in sight. Only the grand hall was occupied—several figures stood beneath the towering chandeliers.

At the center sat Richard, head of the Golding family, high on the main seat with an icy expression carved into his face.

The butler stepped forward and leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Sir, there's an update on the bounty."

Richard's eyes flickered. He growled, "Well? Where's Andrew's head?"

The butler's face twisted slightly. "We didn't recover Andrew's head, sir… but three members of the assassin group were found dead at the villa. We believe it was Andrew's residence here, but by the time our men arrived, the place had already been cleaned out."

The flicker of satisfaction in Richard's eyes disappeared, replaced with pure disgust. He hissed, "How useless."

Knowing his place, the butler backed away q