Brandon Lee's face had turned ghostly white. His lips trembled as he stared at the imposing figure approaching him. "C-Corbin Ashworth? The Black Dragon of the Ashworth Family?"
I watched, still struggling to catch my breath after the battle with Morales. The name had clearly struck terror into everyone in the room. Even the remaining guards had backed away, their eyes wide with fear.
Corbin's face remained expressionless as he stepped closer to Brandon. "I see my reputation precedes me."
"Please, Mr. Ashworth," Brandon stammered, pressing himself against the wall. "This was all a misunderstanding—"
"Was it?" Corbin's voice was soft, almost gentle, which somehow made it more terrifying. "Kidnapping my father and niece seems quite deliberate."
He turned to look at Michael Ashworth, still bound in his chair. For a brief moment, something like concern flickered across Corbin's face before hardening again.
"Father, are you harmed?" he asked.
