“And I thought we were friends,” Caspian snarled in a low yet threatening tone.
He was deeply hurt by the fact that his lifelong friend was treating him like some kind of stranger. Not just a stranger. But an enemy.
From the looks of it, the private guards who were surrounding him at the moment looked like they had a lot of fighting experience, probably on par with the royal guards.
Although Caspian was pretty sure that if a fight was to break out between him and all of them, as long as Vincent didn’t intervene, he could kill them all in an instant. He could force his way into the mansion if that’s what he needed to do to get some information about his wife’s whereabouts.
However, the mere presence of all those guards hurt him deep down. He had never imagined that Vincent would feel the need to have all those guards surround him. He was even more hurt by the fact that he made Vincent feel that way.
