Kenric sauntered up to him. “Alright, Rigby. Get on your knees and beg for my forgiveness, and maybe I’ll go easy on you.”
Rigby spat directly in Kenric’s face. “Scum like you? I’d never beg.”
Kenric’s face contorted with rage. He wiped the saliva from his cheek.
“You really have a death wish, don’t you?” he snarled, drawing back his fist.
Suddenly, a series of muffled thuds echoed from outside the door.
A moment later, a woman’s voice cut through the tense air. “Who exactly has a death wish?”
Larissa entered, pushing Haskell’s wheelchair.
Kenric turned to see Lucius’s two guards collapsed on the landing, twitching and foaming at the mouth. He recognized both Larissa and Haskell, and a wave of fear washed over him. Larissa was one thing, but Haskell was another entirely. Even Lucius was no match for Haskell. What chance did a small-time director like him have?
After a moment of hesitation, Kenric grudgingly lowered his fist and scurried to stand beside Lucius.
Lucius shot him a look of pure disgust.
“Useless,” he muttered.
Kenric flinched. He wanted to be useful, but his opponent was Haskell Palmer!
Rigby was initially overjoyed to see Larissa, but his relief quickly turned to anxiety. He was terrified he was going to drag her into his mess.


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