Benjamin Johnson probably didn't see Daniel Marshall; holding the red roses, he walked straight into the theater, sporting a slight smile on his exquisite features.
Daniel, however, froze in place, his icy, solemn gaze fixed on Benjamin Johnson without a blink. Even Simon Howard standing by felt a chill akin to a snowy, ice-cold landscape.
Even though Benjamin Johnson had disappeared from his sight, Daniel's gaze remained unwaveringly fixed in the same direction.
Simon Howard kindly reminded, "Daniel, we should get going."
Daniel, pressing his sensual lips together, tossed aside the elegant red roses in his hand, and decisively returned to his Rolls-Royce.
Seeing this, Simon had no choice but to get in the car as well.
"Drive!"
Simon promptly obeyed and drove away from the theater.
Just hearing Daniel's husky voice, Simon could already sense the simmering fury within him.
Simon had never seen Daniel this furious before, and he felt that Olivia had gone too far this time.
