“Don't assume that I won't kill you.” Kane furrowed his eyebrows and pressed the tip of a sharp dagger against William's throat.
William began to tremble as he felt the coldness of the dagger. Everyone feared death, including him, but he couldn't hand Jared over.
“You should've given me a call that you're visiting Horington, Mr. Whitaker. I would've given you a better welcome...” Right then, a cheerful voice rang out from behind.
It was Walter.
He glanced at the moaning bodyguards on the floor and then the dagger in Kane's hand. “You've just arrived in Horington and you've already pulled out a dagger, Mr. Whitaker? You know, we can just sit down and talk about this.” He smiled.
Taking a few steps forward, he plucked the dagger out of Kane's hand and put it at the side.