Ignatius Leclair gazed at her intently, the ice in his eyes melting slightly. He reached out and grasped her delicate hand, as if that slender hand could provide him with endless strength. He feared nothing—nothing except her leaving him.
He knew exactly what evidence Stone Leclair had in his possession, and he also understood that this was just the beginning. The truly fatal move had yet to come.
"Big Brother, how's Grandfather?" Nathan Leclair finally arrived, leaning casually against the wall, breaking the heavy silence between the two with his words. He looked at them calmly.
On his way over, he had run into Griffith Squire. That man exuded danger from head to toe, a sinister aura emanating from deep within his bones. His cold gaze fixed on Nathan, as if eyeing a piece of meat already caught between his jaws.
Nathan's eyes narrowed as he watched their interlocked hands. This scene was clearly different from what he had pictured.
