Chapter 1812: How do you heal a broken heart?
[Mansion]
Entering the mansion without a problem didn’t make anyone relaxed. If anything, the tension in the area heightened as soon as the trucks entered the premises.
Well, not with rifles facing each other from both groups.
The second their trucks stopped, armed men quickly surrounded them. Although none of them opened fire, everyone was aware that one person making the slightest mistake would result in a crossfire.
"Please lower your weapons," the Butler said, marching out of the circle of armed men surrounding the vehicles.
He stood motionless a few paces away, his eyes landing on the vehicles. He quickly spotted Zoren inside one of them, watching as the men in that truck had already jumped out. All of them stood with their hands on their rifles.
Once Zoren came out, the tension in the air grew.
This was understandable, considering Zoren was the man these men protected. Therefore, having him out in the open with all these weapons around them warranted a higher tension between the two groups.
"Welcome," the butler greeted, earning a look from Zoren.
Zoren quietly raised a hand before approaching the Butler. Angel and Mark walked closer to him, their eyes darting everywhere.
When Zoren stopped, he stared down at the butler, who was clearly smaller than he was.
"It’s been a while, Mr. Pierson," the butler offered him a smile while Zoren’s brows briefly crinkled. "The Madam has been made aware of your presence. She’s been waiting for you."