Borisin scoffed

at him. “Aren’t you worried there’ll be a repeat of what just happened?”

Darius’ temples

throbbed, and it got on his nerves. He rubbed them lightly and said, “What’s

there to worry about? You’re still alive, aren’t you?”

When he returned

to the hotel, he saw a bunch of people crowding around the entrance. He stayed

in the car and focused his attention on them. Sure enough, he heard an

obnoxious voice ring out, saying,

“Look, this is

what you get for offending me! That dumbass Darius, his lackeys, and mistress

haven’t shown their faces here anymore, have they?”

“Of course! As expected

of Lyon! Man, who does that fucking Darius, or whatever his name is, think he

is? I'll teach him a lesson the next time he shows up here!”

The people in the

car frowned. After all, Darius had lost some of his memories for unknown

reasons, and this wasn’t good news to them. Also, Erin was worried that it had

something to do with his health.

She’d seen how

much effort he’d put into his wor