63 Chapter 63: Black Order.

As Jermyn felt his pockets, he realized a grave mistake he had overlooked in the heat of the moment.

Get it?

Anyways, his pockets were clean. They shouldn't be so light.

'Thief…'

The hooded person was a thief.

'I forgot he was a freaking thief. Forget even my dignity, I don't have that after being robbed in the light of day. I let my guard down in front of a goddamned kleptomaniac!'

"Fuck…"

Jermyn's uncharacteristic reaction attracted many prying ears. To think there would be a day to see the dignified young master curse.

He gritted his teeth in anger, his eyes blazing with heat.

'He was aiming for this from the start'

His treasure, his legacy, his items, his dignity…

He had been robbed of everything possible, completely clean.

Only his life was spared the same fate.

"Young master, are you alright?" asked a bodyguard who approached him after the mess went down.