Chapter 98: Sarkon vs Paris: Round 2

"So you called him," Sarkon growled. Karl nodded. His hawk eyes fixed on the wall behind the beast. "And he is already here," the deep voice added with a threatening undertone. The ex-biker nodded again. Albert kept his chin up as he reported. "They are at the glasshouse, Sir." The tapping finger continued, getting faster and faster until the young CEO slammed a hand on his table and stood with a known frustration. He shot a killer gaze at the veteran, who still had his gaze ahead. "What time is he leaving?" "He just arrived, Sir," Albert answered confidently with his head in a slight nod. He felt a cold breeze swishing past him in the blink of an eye. When the old butler lifted his gaze, the young master was no longer there. He cast a surprised glance at the ex-biker, who finally relaxed his shoulders. "He's gone to his room," Karl said quietly. Sanders adjusted his specs and added, "You get the best view of the glasshouse fro