Scott Hamilton had just walked in when he immediately felt the oppressive atmosphere that filled the space.
Soon, he saw the shattered glass on the floor, along with tea splashed all over the place.
A sense of gravity immediately appeared on Scott's face. Hesitating for a moment, he continued to walk inside.
Indeed, he soon spotted the slightly curled-up figure on the sofa—
It was Opal Moore.
With her long hair disheveled and her slender body, she resembled a siren lurking in the deep sea.
Opal Moore indeed possessed alluring traits that many men could avoid, and even Scott, as a subordinate, sometimes found difficult to restrain...
Over the years, by her side, Scott knew very well that Opal Moore wasn't just a pretty face, she was also a person with considerable means and strategy. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to stand her ground over there, maintaining good cooperation with the royal family of Y Country...
