At the Manor Gate, a man was surrounded and slowly strolled in.
His cold face, demonic pupils, and thin lips were tightly pursed, not saying a word, yet exuding an imposing presence.
The black suit he wore accentuated his capable figure and noble bearing.
His dark eyes swept coldly ahead, the depths of his gaze revealing the rebellious air of one who looked down on the world.
Behind him, everyone else seemed to fade into the background, as he alone held the right to be the focal point.
A gasp sounded, as Sean Yale, who had been closely following Evelyn Sherman, abruptly halted his steps.
He glanced over at the entrance of the manor.
Evelyn hadn't expected to encounter Chester Yale at this moment, believing that she was doomed.
Forgetting her urge to flee in a mere second, she stared blankly up at him.
It had been just a few days since their last meeting, but to her, it felt like years had passed...
