Carol Rockefeller finally realized what was wrong.

The people standing behind Alex Rockefeller had odd looks in their eyes.

Both Brittany Rockefeller and Alex seemed neat and tidy, and they weren’t tied up to restrict their movements. Meanwhile, the people behind them were looking at Carol with cold and murderous gazes.

If they were Seamus Owen’s people, they wouldn’t be displaying such expressions.

Her head buzzed for a moment, and the sense of chaos caused by her being knocked into the air earlier gradually went away.

‘Could Seamus’ men have sided with Brittany and Alex?’ Carol thought as she took two steps back.

“Seamus, aren’t these people your subordinates from Leviathan Gate?” Carol asked.

Seamus hugged Natalie and shook his head. “No,” he said.

He didn’t even shift his gaze away from Maya Howards.

He was too excited and exhilarated, and he nearly shouted out loud.

His cultivation technique was a kind of magic that originated from Westeros. It was called the Peach Bloss