In the dark room where only a single and dimly light
brightened the scene, the devilishly handsome cold man sat on a leather chair, crossed legs. His lips were tight shut but it was more than enough that there were plenty of thoughts running around his mind. His index finger was tapping continuously on his thigh, the sound it created was almost inaudible but it seemed like a timer of something that was about to explode in a moment.
That man on the seat has an elegant and mighty demeanor. His breathtaking looks and cold stare were giving off an air of someone that was unfathomable, untouchable, noble, and powerful. His cold silence was already enough to tell the world that he was someone who couldn't be offended. The life of those who dare to offend and provoke him would end up into a nig
