"No," the man answered faintly with his eyes closed, his tone unvarying. In the dim light and shadow, his pale face looked like an ice sculpture, indifferent and void of warmth.
He had always been particularly cold and aloof, but his handsome appearance made him seem as pleasant as a spring breeze, seemingly easy to approach. But she, who had grown up with him since childhood, knew better than anyone what kind of ruthless interior lay beneath that seemingly celestial exterior.
Angela Summer uttered an "oh" and sat listlessly eating an apple on his desk, which was stacked with a pile of files. She casually picked and flipped through a few pages, all of which were reports on the recent affairs of the Balance Family.
He was probably trying to locate Steven Balance's whereabouts from the latest activities of the Balance Family, in order to find Aldana Candi.
Regrettably, that fox-like, cunning, elusive man had not left a single clue that the world could perceive.
