Chapter 962 Let Him Beg

• He was the Ninth Elder—Miguel Dufton. Men of his rank never made the first move unless absolutely forced. Send the aide to test the waters. Only when the waves rose too high would he step onto the deck himself.
• He exhaled, almost a prayer and almost a threat. “Dominic, afford me a sliver of courtesy, will you?” His whisper dissolved into the soft whir of the idling engine.
• Meanwhile, Dominic had already returned to the Litchfield Group’s branch company, the weight of fluorescent light and pending documents settling over him like armor before a new war.