He remained silent, his handsome face exuding a chilling sternness that pierced the soul, "You may leave now." His thin, cool lips emitted a thread of coldness as he issued an icy order to leave. That voice lingered low in the vast office, like a haunting spell, eerily bringing a chill. Such words, like a tsunami capable of destroying everything, overwhelmed her with an overwhelming momentum, the person standing there radiating an aura of royalty, making one look up to him. Such a son should make her proud, yet she couldn't feel happy; they were too far apart.
Julian Carter came in just as Grace Roe, looking ashen, walked out. She seemed to have indeed aged several years; even her always proudly straight back was slightly hunched, no longer resembling the so-called most noble lady in this city.
"Found him." Julian Carter stood behind Joshua Hughes. When this man got angry, even the air started to thin, making every breath feel precious.
