Yuna envied Thea.

What did Thea ever do to be under James’ protection?

On his electric motorcycle, James rushed toward Thea’s house, humming a tune.

Instead of using the main roads, he took some shortcuts.

As he passed through an alley, a jeep appeared out of nowhere, blocking him.

A middle-aged man exited the car.

The man was clad in a loose robe. He had bushy eyebrows and big eyes with a square jaw. He looked powerful, like a man used to being in charge.

James stopped his electric motorcycle, looking at the Blithe King.

The Blithe King approached, tossing James a cigarette.

James caught it.

The Blithe King pointed at the car. “Let’s talk.”

James lit the cigarette and took a drag. “There’s nothing to discuss. If you have something to say, spit it out. My wife is waiting for me.”

“What are you trying to do?” The Blithe King asked calmly.

He had just arrived in Cansington, yet he had cleaned up James’ mess twice.

He was the Blithe King of the West, now the commander-in-chi