Alvin Morgan glanced back at the person in the interrogation room, his brow furrowing slightly. "We don't have any evidence yet."
Arthur Lockwood's temper flared. "How could it not be them?" he snarled. "We're their mortal enemies!"
He wanted nothing more than to storm the Trent Family's estate right then and there.
The Lockwood Family had sacrificed dozens of their best to drive the Trent Family out of Kingsford.
The Trent Family was like a venomous snake, capable of lashing out for one last bite even in death.
But Alvin Morgan's voice on the other end of the line was placid. "The Martial Affairs Bureau only acts on evidence."
"Are we just going to let it go?"
"We won't." A cold glint flashed in Alvin Morgan's eyes.
***
After more than four hours of treatment, Elias Lennox was stabilized and moved to the ICU. That same night, he was flown back to Kingsford on a private jet provided by the Lockwood Family.
