The Heavenly Demon of Terror

(Samuel's POV)

The cold London air brushed against my face as I stepped outside the airport, my eyes scanning the crowded area until I spotted him.

Henry—or should I say, Liberty.

Dressed in a sleek black suit, his posture exuding confidence, he looked like a man untouchable by the world.

I smirked, walking up to him. "Alright, Mr. Liberty, you look extravagant."

He chuckled, adjusting his cuffs. "Well, Samuel, you better call me Liberty there because I don't know any Katerina."

His golden eyes gleamed with amusement. "But you? You have a bigger bitch to destroy."

I chuckled, shaking my head. "I don't know about that. I'm here because Mr. Volkov invited me."

I folded my arms, my voice carrying a hint of amusement. "And because of him, I was able to save the people important in my life."

Henry raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk on his lips. "And because of that, you're going to repay the favor in your own way, huh?"

I exhaled slowly, rolling my shoulders. "Let's just say London is about to get... interesting."