Chapter 581

Kieran stood tall and composed, his gaze lowered at the man on the ground. Although he had held a position of power for years and often carried a cold demeanor, he had never disregarded others. But as Dennis met his gaze, a chill ran down his spine. Kieran's gaze was cold and detached, a look belonging to a corpse. "How dare you lay a hand on me? Do you not care about the ties between the Morgan and Moore families?" Dennis regained his composure. Beatrice tried to help him but froze when she met Kieran's gaze. The rumors about the Morgan Group's president had always described him as decisive and ruthless. But she had never taken them seriously. How could a young man be as formidable as people claimed? It was ridiculous. But now, she realized that those rumors weren't exaggerations. Kieran snorted. "Perhaps the Morgan family in Luxford has some history with the Moores." "But I have no ties to you personally." His gaze hardened. "Have you forgotten? My grandfather had severe