Tom Zane, clad in his crisp military uniform, pushed open the glass doors of the hotel lobby with a force that rattled the frames. His expression was cold and unforgiving, like a dragon emerging from a turbulent sea to exact judgment.
The atmosphere in the grand hall shifted instantly. It was a physical change in pressure. Some people possess an aura so potent that their mere entrance sucks the oxygen out of a room, leaving everyone else gasping for air. Tom Zane was undoubtedly such a man.
The woman in the white Cheongsam, usually so poised and arrogant, felt a jolt of terror zap through her nervous system. A flash of memory—violent and b****y—played behind her eyes. She instinctively took two large steps back, putting a safe, three-meter distance between herself and Leo Shue.
She dare
