Chapter 887

• At the Rios family's place, Bentley let out a feral roar, sweeping every document and antique ornament off his desk in one violent motion. "How the hell does Lucian just vanish? Are you all idiots? Is your sense of smell broken?!"
• "Please, Alpha, calm down," a man stuttered, head bowed low. "He took multiple silver-tipped rounds. Even if he managed to crawl away, there's no way he would survive those wounds. He's as good as dead. You don't need to worry."
• "Dead? Then where's the body?!" Bentley grabbed the man by his collar, his eyes bloodshot. "Cyrus is a goddamn bloodhound, and he's already sniffing around me. If he finds Lucian first, I'm finished!"