Chapter 64: + - 64+
So naturally, the only thing to do was to approach them.
Jael strode forward confidently, good thing he had a pissed-off resting face, it would be difficult to tell that he was actually pissing his pants.
"We are representatives sent from the High Council," One of the men introduced as soon as he walked up.
He didn’t even need to question them, glancing down at the card that was flashed at him.
There was no missing the High Council’s emblem, his blood running cold.
"Right." He muttered, brows twitching. "Can I help you out with anything?"
The representative stared him down pointedly as he pocketed his badge. "Take us to Mafia King Asher."
Asher’s title was said like an insult, their judgmental gazes roving over the club and its environs.
"Come with me," Jael turned around, thinking fast even as he calmly led the way around the club.
It would be too obvious if they just showed up here and demanded that they return Caspian, there had to be something else up their sleeves.
"Wait out here for a moment," He stopped them outside of Asher’s office, walking in alone.