Chapter 240 - He's not mute, I made him one.

"Bad news?!" Riggs' eyes widen -- not believing his ears. Though he must admit that for the past days, he find Seraphina was 'quite' attractive in some odd ways, he would rather root her to the gentle, prince charming than to someone like him from the underworld albeit impossible to happen either way.

This time, Rex answered after deep contemplation. "He might be. His name was written in the note the dragon underling gave," he affirmed. In spite that Rex doubted the note that was handed to him, alas, if Wren felt uncomfortable around the man named Liam Jin, then probably, there is something about the man that they haven't discovered yet.

"Don't tell me you will believe the words that our prospect enemy say? Ah, right, he's mute so to be precise, whatever he writes." Riggs sassed in ridiculed. In retrospect, though he finds Liam Jin a soft type of guy, at least, aside from showing his affection to Seraphina, he hadn't done anything that can harm her. Unlike Seraphina who only used him to her own benefits.

By this time, Leon passed by them, he corrected without halting in his tracks, "He's not mute -- I made him one."

Riggs was rendered speechless hearing Leon's last remarks.

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Reaching one of the deepest prison-like dungeons beneath the grandiose mansion, Seraphina's perilous gaze landed on the person being held inside the bars. Without further ado, she friskily unlocks the rusting gate making a creaking sound that was akin to the gates of hell being opened.

There, Wesley We's pair of hands and feet were chained that connect to the wall. His situation is akin to a prisoner in the medieval times that commits an unforgivable crime to the nation.

Sensing that someone else presence, Wesley slightly raised his head to see a beautiful maiden standing before him. Alas, despite her ethereal pure beauty, her pair of eyes were devoid of pure intention and only cruelty could be traced in it.

Despite that Wesley We wasn't completely sober from the drug he injected earlier, her presence alone cannot be taken lightly and raised all the red alarms inside his head.

"Who --"

"Wesley We, you don't know how much trouble you put me in." Seraphina abruptly interrupts his obvious inquiry as she spats her words.

"Say… who backs you up from the shadows?" after a pause, she delved on her main concern.

Seraphina's initial plan was to get Wesley We on her side because he was causing a terrible mess to Dragon. However, knowing that Wesley We was capable of staying and turning his prison cell to a hotel room inside the seemingly righteous correctional facility -- Seraphina's hostility towards the man and his power heightened.

Surely, if she based on Wesley We's experience and the people that work under him -- he can cause trouble to Dragon once. But now that she thinks about it more, wreaking havoc in few of Dragon's territory needs more manpower and resources.

Hence, that only means that Wesley We has some outsource help from a very powerful organization. The question is; who among the capable organization in the underworld had grudges to Dragon to the extent of playing with his life and hers?

"Huh, miss, I don't remember offending you -- care to remind this incompetent one?" Wesley scoffs his sarcasm after scrutinizing Seraphina's pale profile and doesn't recognize her in any way.

"You did. Have you heard about Luciano?"

"What? It wasn't me -- I don't!" Wesley We blurted out -- looking all shocked and terrified hearing the person's name alas, he stopped midway realizing he was about to spill his beans.

Arching her brows, Seraphina smirks in interest. "Oh? I was expecting a yes or no answer but, your response is rather long… care to continue?"

Wesley We's mind was completely sober this time as the lingering danger she emits was throttling enough to get on his nerves and pinch his blood vessel that flows through his veins. However, Wesley We won't rat the person who gave him hope to exact his revenge to Dragon in exchange for his loyalty and life. Thus, he will keep his mouth shut no matter what.

"You know, I also want Dragon's head -- nothing more nothing less. However, his enemies seem to take a liking to me -- how troublesome." Seraphina languidly said in a disheartened tone as she draws closer to him.

"Which Italian mob is it?"