Raphael turned his head, intending to mock Matthew for thinking he could still challenge him, but his words caught in his throat as he met Matthew's bloodshot eyes.
In an instant, Raphael felt as if countless vengeful spirits were rushing at him from behind this man.
With a loud thud, the legs of the so-called Morley Family heir gave out, and he collapsed onto the ground, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
Matthew's lips curled into a faint smirk as he spoke, "Oh dear, what are you doing on the ground? It's cold, you should get up."
Raphael wanted to throw out more threats, but the terrifying image of Matthew's earlier demeanor flashed in his mind, making him grit his teeth and retreat.
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