Jasper Thorne jumped in surprise when he saw the newcomer.
"Gideon, how did you get so tan?"
Hearing Jasper Thorne's blunt words, Gideon Kendall coughed softly and shot him a mildly reproachful glare.
"Enough with the small talk. Let's deal with the problem at hand first!"
As he spoke, Gideon Kendall's gaze fell on the Third Mistress, who was bound tightly on the floor, unable to move.
"Vile creature! I'll scatter your soul to the winds today!"
A terrified expression appeared on the Third Mistress's face. She was deeply afraid of this man, Gideon Kendall, who had appeared out of nowhere. His aura was so oppressive she could barely breathe.
Jane Sterling quickly intervened.
"Wait, wait, wait!"
Instantly, all eyes in the room turned to Jane Sterling.
Feeling a bit awkward, Jane Sterling got to her feet.
"I mean... the Third Mistress was a pitiful woman in life. The people she killed... they all deserved it. Maybe we could…"
