Chapter 116


    BANG!


    The two-meter high champagne tower crushed down with a loud noise. The wine was spilled


    everywhere, and the sses were shattered. Andre was buried in the middle of this ruin.


    All the customers cried out in horror and backed away quickly to avoid being injured.


    Even J parted her lips in shock.


    She did mean to teach this little prick a lesson. But she had only thought about pping him one


    more time or breaking one of his little pinkies.


    Knocking him into the champagne tower….was it a little too much?


    “Daran!” she lowered her voice and said in an urgent voice, “You probably have gone too far…


    Andre is General Danton’s child, nevertheless…”


    “It is fine.”


    Daran rolled his wrists and cast a dark look on Andre, “He can be the Rogue King’s son and I still


    won’t give a shit. He should feel lucky enough that he is still breathing alive.”


    The loud noise attracted the nightclub’s security.


    A fewrge men dressed in ck suits rushed over. One of them tried to help Andre up from the


    scattered sses.


    “Master Andre!” he gasped in horror. “Are you alright? Are you hurt?”


    Andre groaned in pain.


    His right leg was twisted in a strange ankle-probably a broken bone. There were numerous cuts and


    bruises on his body. Some of the bruises started to bleed.


    “I-I am alright? You fucking idiot! Of course, I am not alright!” Andre roared like an angry beast,


    “What are you waiting for? The man who kicked me was standing right there! Arrest him!!”


    The security immediately turned his head and looked at Daran and J.


    There was a menacing look on his face at first. Yet when he recognized Daran, that look quickly


    changed into horror.


    “A-Alpha Daran!”


    The security staggered back, crying out in a high-pitched voice, “W-What are you doing here?”


    Daran nced at him coldly, “Am I not wee here?”


    “O-Of course not…”


    “That little brat tried to assault my mate,” Daran said in an icy voice. “I was already being merciful


    enough for not snapping his hand and neck. Now, do you want to try and arrest me?”


    The security gulped nervously. There were 6 of them. But none was brave enough to make a move.


    “I didn’t think so too,” Daranald arrogantly


    “You bunch of losers!” Andre snapped, “I will tell my father about this and have you


    all fired!”


    The security went back to him and whispered into his ears, “Master Andre, we know that you are


    frustrated but that is Alpha Daran! Nobody can hurt him…not even the King…”


    “Coward!” Andre hissed, “He is our enemy! And you are all acting like a bunch of cowards! Shame


    on you!”


    J slightly raised an eyebrow.


    Andre came off as a spoiled little brat at first. But as it turned out, this kid had some backbones.


    Just then, the nightclub’s manager pushed through the crowd and ran over. He brought a few


    medical staff with him.


    Together, they brought Andre onto a stretcher.


    “Take Master Andre to the hospital,” the manager said urgently.


    Andre was carried away by them. His face was pale due to the pain. And his shirt was messy and


    tainted with blood.


    When he passed by Daran and J’s side, he spat at them and hissed, “…You will fucking pay for


    this one day.”


    Daran let out a sarcastic snort. A kid’s vain threat meant nothing to him.


    After Andre was brought away, the nightclub manager walked up to Daran and J and bowed to


    them, “Good evening and wee.”


    Daran looked down at him freezingly, “Are we going to have more troubles?” “Oh no, Alpha Daran,


    of course not. I am just here to tell you that-”


    The manager pointed at the balcony on the second floor and said, “Lady Morgana invited you two to


    the private lounge. She wants to have a word with you.”


    J looked around and noticed that Kass and Morgana were no longer in their booth.


    No wonder Kass didn’t rush over during their little quarrel with Andre.


    “Certainly.”


    Daran nodded.


    “Please show us the way.”


    The manager led them to the second floor and stopped at a closed door. He knocked on the door 3


    times and stepped aside humbly.


    “Lady Morgana is expecting you inside,” the manager said.


    Daran stepped up and pushed the door open.


    Together, they walked into the room.


    This private lounge wasrge enough for 50 people to have a party here. But right now, there was


    no one else around. When the door closed behind their backs, the


    This private lounge wasrge enough for 50 people to have a party here. But right now, there was


    no one else around. When the door closed behind their backs, the loud music from downstairs was


    completely cut off, It was extremely quiet in here. Morgana was sitting on arge, curved sofa,


    smoking a cigarette. She looked very rxed.


    In sharp contrast to her, Kass was super nervous. He sat a few feet apart from Morgana and kept


    his head down.


    “I heard that you wanted to talk,” J broke the silence first.


    “Well yes, I do.”


    Morgana smiled idly and breathed out smoke, “My mate told me what you are after. I am here to


    help, willing to answer all of your questions.”


    “Name your terms,” Daran said.


    Morgana chuckled, “There is no term, no condition, no strings attached. I am willing to help. For


    free.”


    J frowned. She found this too good to be true.


    “You are Lance’s Cab Minister. You should be on his side,” she said. “Why are you willing to help


    us for free?”


    Morgana snorted.


    She stubbed the cigarette on the ashtray and her face turned dark.


    “I never wanted to be a fucking rogue,” she said gloomily. “My bastard parents abandoned me. No


    foster care was willing to take in me because of my hideous birthmark. I lived on the street and


    wandered into the rogue’s territory…I survived in this shit hole. I made a living here. But it didn’t


    necessarily mean that I enjoy living in this barbarian world.”


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    “If you hate this so much, why not leave?” J asked.


    Morgana snorted, “And give up everything that I fought so hard for? No, thank you. I hate my


    current life. But I just want to change, not give up on it.”


    She sat up straighter and looked J in the eyes.


    “I am not happy with Lance being the King.”


    She said pointedly.


    “I am fucking tired of being ruled by an ipetent man. It is time to change that. I like you. And


    most importantly, Kass is my mate. All those are my reasons to help.”


    J exchanged a brief look with Daran.


    It seemed like that Morgana was speaking the truth.


    But this could also be a part of Lance’s dirty schemes—he had done something like this before.


    After a little pause, Daran said, “We have been crossed by a friend before. Right now,


    I don’t trust you.”


    Morgana shrugged and leaned back to the couch.


    “Fair enough.” she smiled, “There is plenty of time for us to build a healthy,


    coborative rtionship. For now, as a friendly gesture, I can tell you who the former Rogue King’s


    son is.”


    J held her breath involuntarily, “Who is he?”


    “Actually, you all have  him already,” Morgana chuckled.


    J frowned. She searched among all the faces that she had seen since she got here. But no one


    seemed to fit the profile.


    “And you just kicked his ass downstair,” Morgana hinted.


    J widened her eyes in shock.


    ..Andre?!


    That little brat was the former Rogue King’s son?


    “Andre?”


    Daran frowned. A clear hint of suspicion flickered across his eyes, “If I remember correctly, he is


    Danton’s son.”


    “Foster son.”


    Morgana corrected.


    “Lance asked his best man Danton to adopt Andre after the former King died. This is a smart move,


    really. You know, keeping your enemy close.”


    J still found this hard to believe, “But if Andre is really the former King’s kid, why didn’t Lance kill


    him? Why bother keeping him close?”


    Morgana shrugged, “Who knows? Maybe there are some mysteries about the former


    King that Lance hasn’t cracked yet, which made his son useful. Lance never shares his decision-


    making process with his subordinates. Like why does he keep you guys here? Nobody knows what


    he is thinking.”


    J bit her lower lip, pondering.


    Morgana was telling the truth. She could feel it.


    If Andre was really the person that they were looking for, things would be quite


    difficult.


    They made a terrible first impression downstairs.


    It would be hard to persuade Andre to help them now.


    “Anything thoughts on how to break Andre?” Daran asked, “What is he like? Does he have any


    weak spots? Anything we can use?”


    “Andre is a spoiled little prick, which you have seen for yourself. Danton treated him very nicely over


    the years. He made sure that Andre had everything, money, women, booze, you name it. You can


    probably approach him with women-that kid is a dog-but you won’t be able to buy him. He is very


    close to his foster dad…”


    “Wait.”


    J interrupted her, “Andre is close to Danton? Are you sure?”


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