The Almighty Lord Caspian novel Chapter 809

The guards weren't sure what to do. They dared not get rough with Sherry.

"Why aren't you guys moving? Knock her out and take her away!" Kelvin snapped.

A guard was just about to march up to Macy when Mort shouted, "No! Stop! You can't do that!"

Taken aback, Kelvin looked at Mort incredulously. What was wrong with Mort? What gave him the audacity to get in the way?

"Mr. Kelvin, Mrs. Massey is no ordinary person. We can't get rough with her. What if something happens? We won't be able to answer to Mr. Andrews…" Mort said, to Kelvin's displeasure.

Why was Mort talking about Jerry when he worked for Kelvin?

Kelvin wondered if Mort was a spy.

"What do you mean by that, huh? Do I need you to tell me what I should and shouldn't do?" Kelvin asked in an icy tone, feeling the urge to kill Mort.

If Mort failed to explain himself, Kelvin was going to get rid of him. He knew he needed to trust his subordinates, so he wasn't going to keep someone he couldn't trust around.

"I've been taking care of Mrs. Massey all along, Mr. Kelvin. Let me try to talk to her," Mort hastily said.

He walked over to Macy and muttered, "Please stop protesting, Mrs. Massey. If you do as they say, they can promise that you won't be harmed."

Macy said coldly, "Fine. I'll go with you."

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Back at the King's residence, Avon was stumped.

He was currently on a call with Byron, and whatever he said right now would be akin to Balthazar's order as well.

Unused to having such authority thrust upon him, Avon suddenly realized how challenging it was to be the King of Diatoran.

"You heard my order, right, Mr. Andrews? Once time is up, I can guarantee that the gunfire that's about to rain down on Diatoran will make your entire country a living hell!" Byron threatened. In all honesty, he was forced to put on a strong front too.

In reality, he didn't know what to do next.

"This is no small matter, Your Majesty. If we go to war, the Filrenians will suffer heavy losses too!" Avon said, doing his best to dodge the issue.

"Your attitude will determine whether or not we go to war. As long as you agree to the terms I've stated, I'll tell my troops to retreat. I'll even promise that Filren won't engage Diatoran in conflict for the next century," Bryon said.

"You Filrenians are asking for too much. I won't agree to those terms," Avon staunchly declared.

Diatoran wasn't a weak country. Why would they agree to terms that brought nothing but humiliation to them?

Byron was taken aback. He didn't expect that answer.

"Are you saying there's no point for us to continue with this discussion?" Byron asked icily.

"We're not giving you any compensation or handing over any of our territory! Do you think I'd do something so ridiculous?" Avon replied.

He couldn't figure out why Jerry would agree to such terms in order to negotiate peace. It wasn't as if Diatoran couldn't defeat Filren.

Why was Jerry hellbent on compromising?

"How dare you toy with me, you bastard? I see how it is! Just you wait! I'm going to turn Diatoran into a living hell!" Byron roared, feeling like Jerry was stringing him along.

Previously, Caspian nearly managed to conquer Filren, and now, Jerry was messing with him.