120 Tamer

[…By that brat… Young Lord, you mean…]

"Randy Smith, who else?!" David Silvermoon said in a loathing tone, shocking the subordinate on the other side of the communication device by the sheer animosity contained in his voice.

He wondered what could have happened while his young lord went to see that young man. 

Because he was instructed to stay behind at the time, he had no idea what transpired between the two of them. 

'Judging by the way the young lord is reacting, I assume things didn't go as planned and he might've been offended by that brat instead. If that is the case, as his loyal subordinate…'

[…Understood, Young Lord. Your wish is my command. I will make preparation for 'that' thing to be unleashed under your orders. Please rest assured.] The subordinate solemnly said in a respectful tone.

"Very well. Make sure that it is done within two to three days. That will be all." David Silvermoon calmed down and said in a pleased tone.