"Aunt Margaux! I am holding the Heirloom right here! Think of your own three children!" Valerius Sin's booming voice echoed from the courtyard speakers below.
Margaux glided toward the edge of the shattered French balcony, staring down at the elderly patriarch with unyielding malice. If it hadn't been for his archaic family dictates decades ago, she would have never been forced to marry that worthless failure, Mason Sin!
"I have completely rewritten my terms, old man! I want every single one of your precious heirs to accompany me on my descent into the netherworld! Ha ha!" Her wild, unhinged laughter echoed across the estate, causing the hair on the back of every officer's neck to stand on end.
The old patriarch staggered on the lawn, nearly fainting from the sheer emotional toll.
