My Notorious Gentleman's

#50

Trevor just wishes he could wake up now.

Instead, he had the most annoying dream, just as it made no sense and really frustrated him.

In the dream, he returned to time when he was having dinner at Rotherstone last night, except in his dream, everything changed, distorted, like when Nick made him try opium.

The Rotherstone dining room turned slowly, while the faces and voices of his friends, as well as those of all who were there, seemed to be imagined and looked strange.

In his dream, Trevor is sitting with his friends and their beautiful wives who wear a lot of jewelry at the dinner table.

They were all laughing and chatting, eating the food served and sipping wine, but why, Trevor seemed to miss all that.

No one is paying attention. Trevor's plate was still empty, his glass was empty as well, and every time he tried to call the waiter, they haughtily ignored him.

So, Trevor finally served himself, he reached for the plate containing the roasted duck, but just as his hand was about to reach it or another plate of food, he reached for it, the plate was taken and given to someone else.

His disappointment turned to anger. He's hungry!

When Trevor protested or asked for food, his voice could not come out. He lifted the glass so that the throat was not too dry, but the glass was also not contained.

The hunger and thirst in the middle of the party, every moment he missed at that table made him even more angry.

It's really not fair. How can none of those who call themselves friends not bother to see that they are not being treated as they should?

The others got what they were supposed to get, but even Beauchamp didn't care about it.

They were all so busy looking at their beautiful wives, so content with the pleasure they were getting that they were completely unaware that their friend was drowning in misery.

Trevor is forgotten here just as he was held in Nick's basement, while being held as a hostage. In his dream, he thought about leaving the table in a rage and hurried away.

But then, finally, infiltrating his sleep, Trevor realized the presence of someone in the room.

The whisper that came not too far away...

Someone is here.

Years of living under relentless threat made him immediately able to stand by as well as in war.

Exerting all his efforts to get up from his deep sleep, a few seconds later he opened his eyes.

Trevor's hand on standby instantly grabbed his weapon.

Benak Trevor who is still running away of course immediately thought if it was an enemy he created due to undergoing hundreds of missions finally managed to track his whereabouts.

Trevor sat down and looked around the room, but the intruder had already escaped first through the corridor. He could hear footsteps but could not see the person.

Still gnawing to relieve drowsiness, Trevor stood up and moved to catch up, jumping over boxes and darting into corridors.

Trevor only caught a glimpse of the moving shadow.

"Who's there?" he shouted, then he heard a voice from the left and turned his head.

More than one.

Trevor heard the sound of the door slamming from the entrance, while from his left side a stiff crackle was heard indicating that the second intruder had slipped out through the downstairs window.

He chased out through the front door. For God's sake, if it's one of the Promethean members left...

Actually Trevor didn't want to kill the intruder into the house he was in one day. But if he had to, that's what would happen.

In fact, he would not think twice.

Running into the front room, Trevor stepped out the door, his heart racing, and suddenly his eyes narrowed when he saw a little boy running away.

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