Chapter 72: Fury

Henry's presence at the doorway cast a dark shadow, his expression grim and intense. The stillness around him seemed to freeze, the heavy silence broken only by the thud of his powerful heartbeat. His brow furrowed, his gaze a sharp blade cutting through the calm. Giselle was only a few steps away from him. Henry's face remained impassive as he stared at Chase Carter, his eyes dark as ink, holding a faint yet discernible flicker of anger. It resembled not the precursor to a storm but rather the eerie calm that presages a violent upheaval. Suddenly, he seized Giselle’s wrist and pulled her toward him with a force that caused her to stagger into his arms. She looked up, her field of vision filled by his stern profile. His lips were a straight line. After a prolonged glare at Chase, he finally spoke, his voice icy, “Wanna die?” He then lifted his leg and delivered a swift, forceful kick to Chase's stomach. The kick, laden with both speed and ruthlessness, left no opportunity for e