At that moment The air in the room dropped to a sharp chill.
Damon—the boss of the Black Bear—and his three subordinates stood frozen at the doorway, their eyes locked on the figure seated boldly in the center of the chamber.
Raymond however He didn't stand.
He didn't even flinch, One leg crossed over the other, his fingers resting calmly on the armrest, gaze steady—cold, composed.
The silence was thick, At that moment the three subordinates exchanged glances, confused, almost offended.
Without wasting anymore time one of them took a sharp step forward, pointing a finger. "Who the hell are you? You got a death wish or something?"
He scoffed, voice rising with irritation. "You deaf or blind? Get the hell off our boss's chair and get on your knees. That's the last time I'm going to say it."
Hearing the man threat Raymond didn't move, he didn't blink.
He simply tilted his head, voice calm—low but dangerous.
"I didn't come here to talk to bodyguards."
