Chapter 1845

Spencer had always been quick-witted. Therefore, he knew that the situation had gotten out of hand

the instant he learned that the Damrons had evacuated from Eastcliff.

The Damrons were an extraordinarily powerful family—far stronger than the prominent families in

Eastshire and Stonedale combined—but their home base was located in Bainbridge. They needed at

least one to two days to send their men over, and during this brief period, they would not be able to

barge into Eastcliff.

Thus, without the Damrons, Matthew would still be the king of Eastcliff! Under such circumstances, the

Sonnet Family were digging their own graves.

At this moment, Spencer did not even have the intention of resisting or running away as so many

people were on Matthew's side. Instead, he kneeled down and apologized immediately, hoping that

Matthew would spare him.

Alas, Matthew dismissed Spencer as he directed his attention elsewhere. As a result, his piercing gaze

landed on Bryce.

Bryce didn't understand what was happening. So, when Spencer tugged at his arm and pulled him

down to kneel on the ground, he recoiled away.

"Spencer, what are you doing?!" Bryce hissed in irritation.

"Shut up!" Spencer glared at him. "Just kneel if you still value your life!"

"Why?!" Bryce snapped. "Why should we fear him? We have the Damrons' support! We're talking

about the powerful family who will marry one of the Nolans and soon become one of the Ten Greatest

Families of Cathay! Even Master Levi, the King of the South, has to humble himself before them, let

alone these useless families! Why should we be afraid of these people from Stonedale and

Eastshire?!"

Spencer was so incensed at Bryce's foolishness that he rolled his eyes and couldn't even bring himself

to express how well and truly screwed they were.

Matthew laughed uproariously at Bryce's remarks. "Mr. Sonnet, your brother is quite headstrong! Well,

you are indeed very powerful with the support of the Damrons, so you don't have to be afraid of me.

Haha!"

Bryce raised his chin arrogantly. "Good, so listen carefully, prick. We have formed an alliance with the

Damron Family. You'd better apologize to us right now and leave with these losers, or else—"

At this moment, Tyson charged forward and punched Bryce to the ground. Then, he stepped on

Bryce's head and pointed the dagger at his neck.

"Or else—what?" Tyson asked in a cold voice.

Blood drained from Bryce's face as he felt the coldness of the dagger on his neck. He was so

frightened that he couldn't say a word.

Matthew looked in askance at Bryce. "Young man, there's a thin line between foolishness and bravery.

Plus, your actions will be written off as mere idiocy very quickly, depending on what kind of situation

you are in. Yes, the Damrons are powerful, but they are so far away. They can't come and rescue you.

Look around you. Do you think they can save you in this situation?"

Tyson pressed the dagger forward, and the sharp edge instantly pierced Bryce's neck. Bryce was

terrified as he could feel his blood gushing out from the wound. His body trembled violently, and he

pissed his pants.

"What a loser!" Tyson smirked. Then, he unceremoniously slit Bryce's neck with a swift swipe.

"Worthless! Trent, take care of them!" Matthew waved his hand and sauntered straight into Lakeside

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"Thank you, Mr. Matthew!" Trent grinned, walked up to Spencer with his men, and smirked, "Mr.

Sonnet, tell me, do you still want to enter?"