Noah Sinclair, that man, is a real maverick.
Back in the day, he could've just been Young Master Sinclair, but insisted on being an undercover agent instead.
He fought his way through gunfire and bloodshed—should've had medals to his name. Who could've guessed he messed up, then chose to leave the Aethelgard unit on his own accord.
After that, he vanished—like he'd evaporated into thin air.
The Sinclair Family has been looking for him ever since.
Little did they know, their Young Master became Young Master Shaw's "prisoner."
Or to put it another way: just two brash, childish fools who made a bet at the shooting range: the loser plays the winner's loyal dog for six months. It was a tie at first, but even the most iron-willed Noah Sinclair has his soft moments, slipped up for a second and fell into a trap.
Adrian Shaw bit the end of a cigarette between his teeth, voice cold: "Aside from him, is there any other Sinclair?"
Evan Hughes: "I'll arrange it right away."
