THUD—
Ronan certainly hadn't been wrong to call him Fatty. The man landed on the floor with a dull thud.
"Ouch!" The middle-aged man rubbed his lower back, groaning in pain as he struggled to his feet.
"Talk," Ronan's cold voice commanded the moment the man was on his feet.
After that whipping, the man no longer dared to be insolent. He looked at Ronan with the utmost respect. "I am a subordinate of the Faulkner Family's Second Master. My name is Shawn Lawson, and he sent me here."
His words sent a ripple of astonishment through the crowd. Many people present had seen Shaun Faulkner and his wife begging Ronan for medicine. Why would they send someone to cause a scene at such a critical time? And at the Myriad Pill Tower, of all places!
Hearing this, Seraphina Ashworth's clear eyes darkened. 'The Faulkner Family?'
"And the person in this coffin?" Ronan sneered, pointing to the casket blocking the entrance.
