The King Of War Returns novel Chapter 4

“You’re not important enough to know what’s inside,” Jaden said coldly, his grip tightening on Xavier’s wrist like a vice. “Just go fetch Agatha Thornfell. This gift is for her.”

Xavier gritted his teeth, veins bulging as he tried to break free, but it was like trying to move a mountain.

What the hell is this strength? he thought. It’s like his hand is forged from iron!

With a final squeeze, Jaden released him. Xavier staggered backward and crashed into a table, splintering it into pieces as he hit the ground.

High above in the VIP lounge, Derek Thornfell leaned over the railing, glaring down at the commotion. Elder Dusk stood beside him, silent and composed, his silver-streaked beard catching the light.

“Who is that bastard?” Derek hissed. “Ruining my engagement party like this?”

Elder Dusk sipped his tea, unmoved. “A fly buzzing in the wrong room. If security fails, I’ll swat him myself.”

Derek smirked. With Elder Dusk at his side, he felt invincible.

Below, Xavier groaned as guards rushed to help him.

“Are you alright, sir?” one asked.

“Forget me, you idiots!” Xavier barked. “Tear that bastard apart!”

A dozen guards closed in on Jaden, batons drawn, when a voice cut through the tension.

“Stop.”

A woman stepped into view—tall, shapely, draped in a skin-tight red dress that left little to the imagination. Every step she took was slow, calculated, seductive. It was Lady Mary, PR Director of White’s Prestigious Hotel—known as much for her looks as for her ability to calm unruly VIPs.

“Lady Mary,” Xavier muttered, rising shakily.

She ignored him and turned to Jaden, flashing a practiced smile. “Good evening, sir. I’m Lady Mary. I understand there’s been some... confusion. Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

However Jaden didn't even look at her twice. “I want to see Agatha, I brought a gift for her.” He said.

“Miss Agatha isn't available at the moment, but you can give me the gist I'll make sure it reaches to her”

Her voice was honey-sweet, her hand reaching toward the urn as if she were plucking a flower.

Smack!

Her body twisted midair and slammed against the floor with a thud.

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