"Elder Childe, I'm telling the truth," Charles Mcintosh didn't back down.
"I don't like dishonest people," Spencer Childe suddenly struck the ground three times with force.
With a "bang," the door to the lounge was pushed open!
Several tall and burly bodyguards entered.
Charles Mcintosh instinctively clenched his fists, his eyes coldly sweeping over them, his face calm.
The temperature seemed to drop to freezing in an instant.
The bodyguards stood at the door, leaving Charles Mcintosh no way out.
Spencer Childe stood up and walked indifferently past Charles Mcintosh, his gaze icy and devoid of warmth.
Although he was older, his commanding presence remained.
Charles Mcintosh knew he had angered Spencer Childe, who had a volatile temper when young, and it was even worse now that he was older.
Especially after being provoked by Yolanda Fern's incident, he seemed to see the word "betrayal" written on everyone's face.
