(Author's POV)
"Wha~t~ … do you th~ink~ … you are doi~ng, Ala~ric Evere~sts?" Garry groaned, looking straight at the person. "What~ … ~is the me~aning of all~ thi~s?"
Alaric's eyes glowed, as darkness lurked around him. He glared at the old man and spat, "Garry Yates, didn't my man give you the answer earlier? I wanted to talk to you, one~ on~ one."
Garry immediately recalled the speeding black car, the crash, and the intruder. With yet another grunt, he asked, "You~ …. it was yo~ur man was~ who was chas~ing afte~r my ca~r? Yo~u wer~e beh~ind the~ cra~sh? Why~ …. what did I do~ … to you?"
"What did you do to me?" Alaric repeated his words; his shoulders shook as, out of the blue, he burst out laughing, "Hahhh hahaha~ …. Hahahhaha~ …." his hand was on his forehead, concealing his expression. "You are seriously asking me~ …. what did you do? HOW FUCKING AUDACIOUS OF YOU." he roared. "Stop fucking playing this innocent act."
