A fleeting hint of vicious malice flashed across Old Master Lowell's seemingly aged face—that was an old scandal of the Lowell Family from years ago, and he would never allow Aiden Grant to expose it at his sixtieth birthday banquet!
Megan Shepherd sensed a cold, venomous gaze upon her. She instinctively looked up to see who it was. The moment she realized, she recoiled like a terrified rabbit, her neck shrinking in dread, an expression of utter fear on her face.
Megan dared not open her mouth to explain now, terrified that a single misstep would incite Old Master Lowell's displeasure, and he would settle scores with her later.
"Madam Lowell, have you made up your mind? Will you say it yourself, or shall I?" Aiden Grant shot a sidelong look at Old Master Lowell, whose gaze bore down on Megan Shepherd, then, unconcerned, drew his attention back. His cold, sinister eyes fixed unblinkingly on the trembling Megan, who kept wringing her hands.
