Chapter 122

There was a man kneeling on the floor with his head down. The sudden blinding light made him cover his eyes with his hand. Thaddeus strutted over as he removed his gloves casually. He stood in front of the kneeling man and asked, “Did he speak?” “No, sir. He’s a tough one.” Thaddeus then peered down at the man. His handsome face was half-hidden in the shadows, his thin lips curled into a wicked grin, emanating a frosty presence. A killer thirsty for blood! That was the phrase that popped into Gregory’s mind when he saw Thaddeus again. Thaddeus sat on the couch at the side and crossed his legs. He had a cigarette hanging at his lips while clouds of smoke veiled his expression. “Want one?” The man pulled a cigar out for Gregory. Gregory trembled. Thaddeus spat another cloud of smoke as he waved the cigar in front of Gregory. He casually said, “Don’t be nervous. I just want to talk.” Gregory mustered enough courage to look at Thaddeus, but it lasted only for a second