His eyes snapped open.
For a moment, he just stared around the room.
It was the same place… the same morning light slipping through the curtains and filling the room with a soft glow.
"DAMNIT!!!"
His shout exploded through the room, running down the long hallway and making every staff member outside freeze in confusion.
Brandon and a few guards rushed toward the room at once.
They pushed the door open, some of them armed, afraid something had happened to their young master.
But the moment they entered—
"Get the hell out!"
Marlon glared at them, his voice cold and sharp as he commanded.
"Young master, what is happening…"
Brandon tried to ask. He was Marlon's personal guard after all and thought he could talk to him.
"Are you deaf? Get the fuck out of my room!"
The words hit all of them like a slap.
They had no choice. One by one, they stepped out and closed the door behind them.
Silence filled the room again.
