Female Novel
Chapter 41
Meanwhile, all of the core members of the Walkers were gathered in the extravagant living room ofthe Walker Mansion. Everyone was present but Charles, as he had been detained.
Morgan sat on the throne, staring at the gate with a vicious gaze.
To assert his dominance over Liam, he deliberately put on the robe he had made to showcase hisstatus as the head of the Walker family. The black robe had a life-like ferocious tiger embroideredon it, which. looked terrifying.
Muffled thunder could be heard rumbling through the sky.
Immediately after that, the entire Drunham City was hit with a heavy downpour.
The Walker Mansion was flooded by the rain, which made the
mansion even more desolate and solemn.
A heavy rain in the evening left the sky gloomy. Walker Mansion appeared to be bleak and cold allaround.
As the thunder rumbled on, a few bolts of lightning flashed above the mansion, lighting up the dullplace.
The men were sitting on either side of the living room. They were all staring at the gate intently likedeath personified.
It was the seventh day.
The pitter-patter of the raindrops falling into the puddles echoed through the hall, sounding likedrums beating on a battlefield. It made everyone who heard it all work up and ready to kill.
The living room of the Walker Mansion was just 100 meters away from the gate, and there was ahuge copper vase at the end of it. novelbin
The vase already had a lot of rainwater collected in it as the rain poured. The raindrops hitting thevase created a rhythmic ring that
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Gradually, the sound of shoes stepping on the soaking ground could be heard coming from thegate. One step after another, the people were marching over at a steady rhythm like they had justcome
straight out of hell. Their murderous intent was so overwhelming that it enveloped the entire WalkerMansion.
At first, a blurry figure appeared at the gate of the Walker Mansion. Then, a few black umbrellasappeared. Not only did they block the rain, but they kept the people out of view.
Soon, a few murderous figures slowly emerged from under the black umbrellas. They were wearingblack suits with strong killing intent, so much so that the air around them got frostier.
“They’re here.”
Mogan was sitting on the throne, holding a beaded bracelet in his hand and moving the beads oneat a time. The frosty air to him was overwhelming. His eyes were filled with strong, murderous intentas he stared at the figure at the gate.
Trent was thrown on the ground outside of the living room. The rain was pouring on him and hiswounds, which made him wail in pain.
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