028: Becoming His Woman (5)

She was ushered into the middle car, and quickly, the three vehicles darted out of the mansion, on their way to Saint Emperia Bridge...

By the floor-to-ceiling windows on the fifth floor of the villa, a tall and majestic figure stood. The man had changed his clothes into a crisp white shirt and black trousers.

He stood by the window, his posture elegant, one hand in his pocket, the other bringing a cigarette to his lips, taking a harsh drag. His deep black eyes remained fixated, even as the three cars disappeared, the chilly aura from within it gradually spreading until the whole room became icy cold.

This oppressive atmosphere made Fierce Eagle, the only other person in the study, barely dare to breathe, cold sweat trickling down his back.

Enduring his heightened senses, Fierce Eagle discreetly glanced at the man's broad back. The icy, ruthless aura suddenly made him lower his head, burying it deeper, too afraid to look again.