Walter maintained a stern expression, his square chiseled face exuded an air of solemn pride. His gaze was filled with contempt and disdain.
"Are you also a part of the Yancey Clan?" He always looked down upon the Yanceys, or more accurately, he loathed and despised them.
If not for Liam Yancey, he would be the one sitting on the throne today! It was never the place of an outsider clan to interfere with Edivana's political power!
Tara Summer lifted her chin, her small face was stonily cold, her eyes filled with stubborn determination, "Your Highness, please make your leave. The deceased has passed on, let us respect him by not disturbing his rest."
"Who do you think you are?" Walter was livid at her declaration, his gnarled face reddening, he stepped towards her with a strong stride.
He looked like he was about to kill!