Watching that slender figure, the depths of Terrence Lentz's eyes grew darker, his index finger slightly curved, tapping on the table intermittently.
In a moment, he shifted his gaze to Adam Swantz next to him.
"The ring?"
"Which ring?" Adam Swantz was puzzled.
"The engagement ring."
Patriarch Lentz had indeed prepared an engagement ring, but didn't Terrence Lentz say that he would dissolve the engagement?
"Brother, aren't you going to dissolve the engagement?" Adam Swantz asked.
"What engagement dissolution?" Terrence Lentz counterattacked.
"Just now in the lounge, you said it yourself! You haven't forgotten that already?"
"You misheard." Terrence Lentz's tone was indifferent, as if he had never spoken about dissolving the engagement.
As the words fell, Terrence Lentz reached out to Adam Swantz, "The ring."
Looking at the hand that Terrence Lentz had stretched out, Adam Swantz began to doubt his life.
Good heavens!
