Chapter 1005 As You Wish
- The stylist stiffened the instant he heard those words. Panic cracked through his polished façade, and he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Lord Matthew, what are you doing? Swap the hostages now! I'm still in their hands!"
- Whoosh!
- The saw sliced the air as Matthew's gaze snapped onto the stylist, a flash of pure disgust rising in his eyes. "Pathetic eyesore."