Chapter 78

James Carter’s face twisted in pure horror, eyes wide as he clutched his dislocated wrist, wailing like crazy while rolling on the floor. He was a total wreck. The wealthy folks who had come to Nocturne Royale for some fun froze at the sight. Not a single one dared to breathe too loud, let alone interfere. They pretended they saw nothing and slipped away as fast as possible. One look at Alexander Barron—his elite aura, that impeccably tailored suit—and the cold-eyed William Frost behind him, along with Eric Vernon and Henry Cooper, and you just knew this man wasn’t one to mess with. Rescuing James, a shady illegitimate son kicked out by the Carter family? No one was willing to take that risk. "Keep hitting. Make sure he suffers, but don’t kill him." Alexander cast a cold glance at James writhing on the floor and issued the order like it was nothing. Then he and the others just stood there, watching Jimmy scream his lungs out. His face was a mess—nose bloodied, eyes swollen, teeth flyin