88 Kneel

A deep breath fled Caesar's nose.

"If you want to live, just behave and cooperate, hm?" His smile was wide and eerily innocent. "None of you have to worry. I'm not here for any of you, and that is because my main target..."

Ever so slowly, his green orbs moved, landing directly on Mr. Petrov. "…Is him."

"You're all simply audiences to this scene unfolding. It's almost like when you go to a theater to watch a live play, and once it's all over, you get up and take your leave."

A soft chuckle rumbled in his throat, and he lifted his eyes to look at Adeline. "Now, my darling, what was it you told me back then?"

"A humiliation they won't ever be able to recover from, isn't that right?" he asked, placing the tip of his index finger under her chin.

Adeline peered at him.