Daniel Marshall's face, sculptured like a masterpiece, showed no expression. He emitted an eerie aura that sent chills down one's spine, his voice unnerving and cold.
"Get out of the car!"
Adam Howard furrowed his brows, squinted, and protested, "Daniel, you're too petty!"
With a whoosh, Simon Howard left the car and opened the door. He stared at Adam, his gaze heavy.
Realizing the hint, Adam promptly exited the car.
Daniel's cold eyes indifferently swept over Adam, "Remove all of my wife's hot search topics."
"Heard you loud and clear, I'll get on it immediately. Daniel, I think you should work on your bad temper, sister-in-law might not like it."
After laying down his words, Adam made a hasty retreat.
Daniel's gaze was fathomless and complex, deeply dark as he fixed his eyes on Adam's retreating figure.
A faint smile played on Simon's lips, seemingly amused, seemingly not.
If Adam hadn't run off quickly, he might've been punched.
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