In a dark room, an aloof and impeccably handsome man leaned against the chair majestically. A cold and authoritative aura exuded from him, giving one the urge to subconsciously want to bow to him.
He’s in a tailor-made black suit that accentuates his cold bearing, and a dark mark runs from beneath his eyes down to his chin.
The mysterious man leaned forward; his enigmatic blue eyes fell on Axel, who bowed respectfully.
Beneath the cold mask, his blue eyes shone with contempt. “What did you think of Augustus’ new wife?” He inquired
Axel’s eyes fell on the man cautiously, as if wondering why the person was asking about Gillian. Despite his curiosity, he suppresses them and carefully tries to recall the scene of how Gillian tried to stand up for Augustus.
The more he recalled, the mo
