"Do not worry civilians. Once we find him, the Angels will deal with the man."
Afterwards, the Snowdon Knight quickly hurried out of the inn to continue his search for Raphael Brooks.
Little did he know, the man he was looking for was only a room away.
Heather and her husband stared at each other, giving a knowing look.
"That's him, isn't it?" The man said, gesturing towards the staircase. "The man in the room upstairs."
Heather hesitated for a moment, uncertain of whether her husband would run outside and give the man away.
But then, he let out a bellowing laugh.
"I know what you're thinking. You want to blackmail him for money. Suggest that if he doesn't pay up, we sell him out to the authorities."
Trevor slapped his knee as he laughed at the idea. "Brilliant!" He chuckled. " I love it!"
Heather's cheeks began to grow red, and her eyebrows furrowed in anger. Once again, her husband was displaying how much of a despicable man he was
And so she ignored him.
