Chester Yale approached and stood before Hudson Evans, his dark eyes like ink, sweeping across Hudson's pleasantly plump body and the displeased expression on his face.
His gaze fell on a woman's shawl dropped on the sofa, his eyes briefly flickered, scanning the room in a circle.
The decor of the Evans Family Villa was not as imposing as that of the Yale Family, yet it was incredibly luxurious.
Valuable precious oil paintings covered an entire wall.
Antique vases, instead of being kept as collectibles, were casually placed in the Living Room as decorations.
The corner of Chester's eye quickly caught a glimpse of a Skirt Hem peeking out from behind a vase, yet he pretended as if he saw nothing, drawing in his gaze nonchalantly.
Instead, he faced Hudson and spoke outright.
