C80 Save Me

The young man who arrived was Rollen.

His complexion was ashen, his energy sapped, but his gaze towards Westley brimmed with loathing.

It was as though Westley had stolen his wife.

Indeed, it was Rollen himself.

Two bodyguards flanked him, propping up his frail form and eyeing Westley with a predatory glare.

"How have you been, Young Mr. Freeman?" Westley chuckled