"You..." Lucrezia whispered in disbelief, anger, and dread as she sized up the old man standing close to her.
Malviero was having the time of his life right now, seeing the brunette before him.
He stood tall in a black suit and white shirt that would have made anyone think he was some responsible citizen of the country at the moment.
A cigarette was fixed in his left hand and a shotgun in the other as he smiled creepily at Lucrezia, "Surprised to see me?" He raised a mocking brow at her.
A couple of men stood behind him as some came forward to drag her from Jace's body.
"No! Take your filthy hands away from me!" Lucrezia shook her head as she struggled painfully against the men who held her up by her arm, trying to lift her.
However, her power was meagre compared to theirs as despite her wrestling, they still managed to pull her closer to Malviero effortlessly.
She dropped to the floor before him.
