"What... what?"
Everyone present thought they were hallucinating.
Did Master Stone just say he wanted to be cruel to my fiancée? Whose fiancée?
No, wasn't Abigail Green supposed to be Master Stone's fiancée?
Everyone stared at the door in unison and saw a finely crafted silver wheelchair slowly entering their view.
A strikingly handsome man sat in that wheelchair.
Saying he was handsome was no exaggeration. His features seemed like a masterpiece by Michelangelo, strikingly beautiful, yet without a hint of femininity. His complexion was pale, carrying a sickly look, but this did not detract from his natural nobility. His amber eyes were long, narrow, and gave people an unsettling feeling of submission when he glared at them.
No one dared to underestimate the person in front of them.
