The Proud Morgs
How can he kneel before this little chicken two times in a single day?
Dammit!
Bam.
Marcus, who had successfully been able to lift one knee off the ground, found that same knee hitting the floor again.
F***!
The pressure was intense!
His blood felt like it was bubbling and swiftly circulating five times faster than it usually would.
His heart raced so hard that he genuinely felt like he was going to have a heart attack.
And his face was so red that one might think that he had just finished some heavy training.
The thing that made him so unwilling was that the beast that caused him to be in this same state was the one he called a weak chicken?
He struggled to say something or even fight back, but the moment he lifted his head and met Landon's beastly eyes, his body unconsciously shrivelled like a newborn duck.
Of course, his men weren't in any better position.