My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas

I am aware Claus is a liability.

Frankly, he’s useless—dangerously negligent, and an idiot at best.

A disabled chihuahua of a man.

I only keep him around for one simple reason: he’s the easiest route to Luther.

So the logical question follows: why do I still keep him alive even now, when Luther is already here, and Claus is doing nothing but irritating me?

Why, when the last man I killed only had the misfortune of breathing too minty?

Simple.

I’m a businessman.

Yes, I’m a brilliant surgeon, a pioneering researcher, even a scientist on my better days—but those are the marks of an employee. A subordinate.

And I was not born to kneel.

The moment I let another living being command me will be the moment I end my own existence.

So as a businessman, I maintain appearances.