Ignoring the other party's excitement, Raven questioned him, "Where are you?"

"Why? Missing me already?"

Raven gritted his teeth, " H-A-R-D-I-N S-P-E-N-C-E-R, if I didn't see you in my office within half an hour, trust me I will make you disappear from the face of earth".

With that, Raven ended the call, his eyes burning with rage. He couldn't comprehend how Siren knew about his underground dealings, let alone his alias "Hunter."

People knew the head of Viper is Hunter but never in the wildest dream they thought the Hunter was him, Raven Grey.

Any other person who knew this identity were all forced to sleep in the depths of hell. That's how the underground works. Only a select few knew his true identity, and even among his most loyal associates, he maintained an air of mystery. His reputation for ruthlessness and cunning kept others at bay, and he preferred it that way.

Even though they pledge their loyalty and life to him, he never trusts anyone. Because there is nothing in this world that could not be changed.

Raven saw the fine red line on his thumb. He still remembers how those soft and plump lips felt under his thumb. She didn't flinch at the sight of blood on her lips. He also remembered how her pink tongue peeked outside to lick the blood off her lips, before offering him a sweet smile.

Raven couldn't shake the memory of Siren's knowing gaze and the subtle defiance in her demeanor. She seemed to see through his facade, a rare occurrence that both intrigued and unsettled him.

His gaze darkened and the side of his lips curled up, "Oh Siren, this hunter is on hunt" 

Pants and heavy breaths filled the room as the man desperately slammed his waist against the woman lying on the bed. The woman's blond hair sprawled on the red sheet that covered the bed.

"Ah!! Carlos deeper" the woman whispered and tightened her grip against his arms which started to leave a red print.

"As you wish Master" he increased his pace and pounded her with full force hoping to rip her into pieces. Carlos knew he didn't have any ways to vent his anger other than having rough sex. Unknown to him the woman under was enjoying every minute of it.

Soon the woman under him started to tremble and came down from her high. But he didn't have his fill as he continued to thrust.

"Pull out Carlos," the woman ordered him, her nails digging deeper into his arms.

Carlos, who is in a frenzy state from pleasure, didn't react to the pain; instead, it excites him and he rammed into her until the chain around his neck was tugged with force by the woman.

He stopped his movement as he began to struggle for breathing. The chains roughly scraped against his skin leaving dark red bruises.

"Who is your master? Who should you obey?" Come on, answer me dear", not getting the reply she tugged the chain making him lean towards her.

"You…You are my master. I should obey you Master", he forced each word out of his mouth with great difficulty that shredded his dignity to pieces.

Satisfied with the answer, the woman loosened the chain in her hands letting him breathe at ease. She rose from the bed, wrapping herself in a quilt as she made her way to the bathroom. Carlos paid her no mind, focusing instead on soothing the pain in his neck.

"Just you wait, Silver," he muttered, his voice thick with hatred and vengeance. "Soon, you'll be at my mercy."

Mrs. Gloria Hutson, the wife of Craig Hutson, CEO of Hutson Law Firm. It is one of the well known law firms in Worcester city. While their law firm may not be the most prestigious, it boasts a commendable track record and generates a respectable annual turnover.

Craig Hutson is a principled man who diligently built his career from the ground up. Starting as a junior attorney, he never compromised his values for monetary gain. His dedication and hard work paid off, culminating in the establishment of his own firm.

Married in his late thirties, Craig holds his wife in high regard, considering her his equal. His senior is the one who he admired and respected most, so when he proposed the engagement between him and his only daughter on his deathbed he accepted it for the sake of repayment to his senior's kindness towards him.

Despite the initial concerns stemming from their significant age difference, Craig couldn't decline his senior's proposal to marry his daughter, even though she was merely twenty-five at the time. The first two years of their union were fraught with challenges, as he had feared, but with time, they grew accustomed to each other's presence and learned to navigate life together.

The bathroom door opened revealing Gloria dressed in a decent knee length blue dress, her hair combed in a neat bun. She smiles at Carlos gently, making one doubt that the woman before was just an illusion.