DARK HORSE: Wrath

“What do you want?” Derrick asked.

“You’re unexpectedly more helpful and more receptive to cooperating with us than I thought,” Kier asserted.

Derrick rolled his eyes. “Just tell me what you want… ask me what you want to know. I have nothing to hide anyway,” he urged.

“You’re boring,” Kier commented as he plopped on the seat in front of Derrick.

Derrick chuckled. “I get that a lot.”

Kier turned his head and slanted his back against the backrest of his chair. He pressed his lips and stared at Derrick.

Seeing Derrick up close, he could not condemn Vishnu. There was no doubt that Vishnu really took Kierson to be a substitute for his lover. No matter what angle, Kierson, and Derrick really have similarities in terms of facial features and height.

It was like Kierson was more of an Emerson than a Ferrer. Eye color and innate autocratic aura aside, Kierson didn’t get the Ferrers traits.

Kier sighed and said, “What do you know about Alex Ferrer?”

Derrick tilted his head. “Beats me. Th