Silvester’s eyes went wide with shock. Despite his trust in Anton’s word, this revelation was almost too staggering to absorb.
“That bastard,” Silvester seethed, his face contorted with a rage that was almost palpable. “I want every trace of his bloodline wiped out. Leave no one alive.”
Anton remained stoic, his expression unchanging despite the brutality of Silvester’s command, which even by his own ruthless standards was extreme.
“But will the Madame approve of this?” Anton asked with careful deliberation.
Silvester’s eyes squeezed shut as the harsh truth hit him. This vengeance was not his to exact—it belonged to Grace. His fury threatened to overwhelm him, his fists clenched in tight, frustrated knots.
“Damn it,” he muttered through clenched teeth. “Then redirect my anger towards
