Silas Grant tossed his cigarette aside, shrugging off his cumbersome overcoat and suit jacket and throwing them to Eric behind him.
In the biting wind, the man stood in just a thin shirt, a vest cinched around his lean, powerful waist. He deliberately unfastened his sleeve garters and cufflinks.
With a few soft clicks, the expensive jeweled cufflinks dropped to the ground.
Eric picked them up and sighed to himself, knowing blood would be shed tonight. It was unavoidable.
The only person who could stop this "battle" right now was Miss Grant.
But Eric suspected that Mr. Grant wouldn't want Miss Grant to know about this.
'Best not to take matters into my own hands at a time like this.'
Clutching Silas Grant's belongings, he retreated to the side and gave the nearby bodyguards a look, signaling them to wait for the right moment to act.
Atop the boarding stairs, Kian Keller stood against the evening wind, one hand resting on his cane.
