'How could it be him?'
'Didn't this big shot go to Atheria?'
Silas Thorne had a gentle and refined air, but at this moment, he was like a completely different person. His eyes, usually soft, were now sharp and severe, full of wild, cold arrogance. Though the height difference between the two men wasn't great, his gaze was condescending, a cool, haughty look that surveyed everything with disdain.
Especially when he narrowed his eyes and looked down, the oppressive weight of his aura intensified in an instant.
He was sizing Jasper up as if looking at a clown.
Jasper Quinn's gaze shifted downward, landing on the hand gripping Joyce Monroe's wrist.
His own hands, hanging at his sides, clenched subconsciously!
Meanwhile, Mrs. Monroe, who had already been helped up by Kane, felt her breath catch the moment she saw Silas Thorne.
Her face gradually turned pale and ashen.
'This isn't how it was supposed to go…'
