Reborn of Kate by Isla Rainfield

Chapter 283 Who Are You? 

Across the video call, Eric appeared momentarily taken aback before composing himself and uttered, “I’m currently in the hotel room.” 

He pivoted his phone’s camera toward Kate, revealing the room’s interior to her. 

Kate breathed a sigh of relief and murmured gently. “Return quickly once your tasks are complete. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Just as Eric prepared to respond, a rap on the door interrupted him, and Lucas‘ voice sounded from beyond, “Boss, there’s another meeting awaiting your attendance.” 

“I understand” 

Eric replied apathetically, then with a hint of helplessness, he addressed Kate, “Kate, I must attend the meeting now.” 

Kate trusted him implicitly, nodding softly. “Sure, give me a call after the meeting.” 

After ending the video call, Eric’s gaze turned unexpectedly icy. He strode out briskly, and at the door, Lucas looked at him with concern and asked, “Boss, did Madam believe you?” 

“Yes,” Eric responded with an icy stare. 

“Proceed as scheduled.” 

He strode ahead briskly, Lucas at his side, trailed by a cohort of men dressed in black. Swiftly, they piled into several waiting cars and sped off in a specific direction. 

That night, Melvern City in Bastilla was destined for a restless night. 

The largest underground organisation in Melvern City, Saint Falcons, was directly breached by a group of people from Haldoria! 

They demolished the organisation’s bars, nightclubs, and other establishments, leaving their henchmen battered and subdued. 

At this juncture, within the headquarters of the Saint Falcons, inside the Twilight Bar. 

Tables, chairs, benches, the bar counter, and the liquor cabinet lay strewn across the floor in disarray. What was once a bustling and vibrant bar now lay in ruins, its patrons sprawled on the ground, moaning in pain. 

Seated at the centre of the sofa was a dignified gentleman clad in a black suit. His countenance displaying an icy detachment that emitted an unmistakable aura of dominance. 

Meanwhile, Ivan Wetson, the owner of the Twilight Bar and the leader of the Saint Falcons, found himself forcefully restrained by two towering bodyguards. His body and face bore the marks of recent violence, yet his gaze burned with a mixture of fury and resentment directed fiercely at the man seated before him. 

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Ivan bellowed furiously at Eric. 

Eric glanced at Ivan nonchalantly, casually waving his hand. 

The bodyguards firmly pinned Ivan to the ground, then rolled up his sleeves, exposing a prominent wolf head tattoo on his arm11. 

Eric’s eyes fixed on the wolf head tattoo inked on Ivan’s arm as he rose to his feet. 

Gripping a slender yet keen dagger, he advanced methodically toward Ivan, then squatted before him, delicately pressing the dagger against the wolf head tattoo. “Are you a member of that organisation?” 

Ivan quivered slightly but remained silent. 

The figure before him was menacing. His aura exuded overwhelming power, clearly hinting at formidable combat prowess. 

He alone subdued all five of his top bodyguards! 

The leader of the Saint Falcons is just a lackey for that organisation.” 

Eric spoke slowly and calmly, but the chill in his eyes grew more intense. 

The dagger grazed Ivan’s wolf head tattoo, sending a shiver down his spine. “Who are you?” Ivan demanded, trembling 

“Is it important?” 

Eric scoffed, and suddenly his hand moved with force. 

“Ahh” 

Ivan screamed in sudden, searing pain as the dagger sliced through his flesh. Eric’s expression was unchanged. He swiftly severed the skin bearing the wolf head tattoo. 

Blood streamed forth in a gush. 

Ivan stared at Eric in horror, witnessing him remove the piece of skin with a stoic expression, the excruciating pain piercing to the bone. 

Then, as if throwing away trash, he nonchalantly tossed the piece of skin bearing the tattoo into a box. Rising leisurely, he accepted a towel offered by his subordinate and elegantly wiped his hands clean. 

With a brief glance at Ivan. he uttered calmly. “Keep him detained until he’s willing to talk.” 

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