Mika Summers's words only deepened the darkness in Silas Kent's eyes. When he looked at Second Master Joyce, he wanted nothing more than to chop him to pieces.
He strode over to Aria Joyce and sneered, "The Joyce Family? A crime family? Four generations of ancestors—oh, counting yours, that makes five—all involved in organized crime? But Miss Joyce, there's always a bigger fish. Don't get the idea that your family can run the world."
"Who are you?" It was true that the Joyce Family was a crime family, but no one had ever dared to say it to their faces like this.
This man suddenly put Aria Joyce on high alert.
"Miss Joyce, why don't you make a call? Ask your father if he recognizes the name of the Kent Family's patriarch, Arthur Kent. I am the family's next head, Silas Kent."
Aria Joyce stared at the man before her in shock.
'The patriarch of the Kent Family? Arthur Kent? She'd never heard of Silas Kent, but she had heard of Arthur Kent. They were just like the Joyce Family.'
