Liam was in the garden, directing the staff as they trimmed the flowers and bushes. The moment he saw Lancelot, he immediately walked over to greet him.
"Mr. Foster, you're back!"
"Where is she?" Lancelot asked coldly, his voice as frigid as ice.
"In the study," Liam sighed, a hint of helplessness in his tone.
Without another word, Lancelot strode inside, his footsteps heavy and determined, and kicked open the study door.
Evelyn was engrossed in the documents in her hands. Without looking up, she said calmly, "You're back?"
Lancelot stood in front of her, his face void of expression as he stared at her. He felt nothing but unfiltered disdain coursing through him. His fists clenched tightly, and a flash of murderous intent flickered in his eyes.
Sensing the hostility emanating from h
