However, the Evans family hadn't bothered being decorative. All they'd done was tile the floor with gold. Darius put his hands behind his back and started approaching the manor. As expected, someone stopped him when he arrived at the entrance. He raised an eyebrow and smiled mockingly.

"I expected you to stop me, but it's still hilarious. Does your employer truly think you're enough to stop me?" He rolled his eyes at the security guards before him.

They remained silent as they stood as still as statues before him. Darius sighed, looking irritated. He crossed his arms and said, "I'm warning you: If you continue standing in my way, I'm gonna have to resort to brute force. That's not something you'll want to experience." He shook his head. "Also, if I were you, I'd contact your employer immediately. Trust me—he'd love to see me." He cocked his head.

The security guards remained rooted to the spot, not showing any signs of moving or speaking. Darius frowned. "All of you are annoying." Wit