"Who is your stupid boss?" Angela asked as she got up from the floor. Her legs ached, and her body begged for a stretch. Every joint hurt from the way they had treated her here.
There was no reply to her question. She looked at the guard, wondering if he had gone back to his silent mode again.
"I asked who is your fucking boss?" she shouted, her voice echoing through the walls.
"The Patriarch," he finally answered, his tone flat as he led the way out of the room.
"That name doesn't ring a bell," Angela said with a frown. She had never heard that name before, which meant whoever this Patriarch was, he was a new enemy. "Wait, is this the Malynster's villa?"
