Even colder expressions sweep across the faces of the two guards as they gently push the door open and stride in, closing the door behind them.
"Young Master..." Standing at the foot of the bed, side by side, their expressions were stern.
"What is it? Speak." Liam Yancey didn't turn around, he was holding Tara Summer's hand, his gaze never wavering from her for even a moment.
Fierce Eagle and Owl Eagle both had a sense of hesitation etched into their brows, their expressions wary as they wrestled with whether or not to ask their question.
"What is it?" Liam Yancey, after waiting for a moment, losing his patience as the two remained silent, suddenly turned around.
Upon seeing the lingering expressions on the faces of his subordinates, his handsome face darkened, a glacial aura of menace emanating from him.
"Speak!" He commanded, his eyes dark and crafty.
