Chapter 85

Back at First Palace. Philip stood firmly under the pouring rain with two of his bodyguards by his side holding umbrellas over him, his demeanor stern and threatening. Meanwhile, four men were left on the grass. One or two were on their knees while the rest were crumpled on the ground. They had no clue that the person they were supposed to beat up was someone who was not to be provoked. They were beyond terrified. “Who’s Tiger?” Philip finally asked. His tone was as cold as the devil’s, and one could not help but cower at the harshness in his tone. “Tiger, Tiger Zander of Lord North Street,” one of them spat out as he continued shaking with fear. A cold look flashed in Philip’s eyes. On the other hand, George who was standing behind Philip under the umbrella let out a deep sigh as he pulled out his phone to call Theo. In the meantime. At Theo’s manor. It was the middle of the night when he received a call from an anxious Tiger saying that something bad had happene