"Richard Coldwell, Lily is my niece, and by doing this, you're tarnishing her reputation!"
Richard Coldwell wiped the bloodstain from the corner of his mouth, paying no attention to Larry Scott.
The dark blue of his pupils, on the other hand, showed a rare hint of interest toward Aidan Lucas.
The bloodthirsty and furious Aidan Lucas gave him the feeling of meeting a match.
He had thought that the head of the Lucas family was a pampered man.
But the recent clash had aroused Richard Coldwell's intense curiosity about Aidan Lucas.
The ultimate authority of the family, designated heir from a young age—even for a wealthy family, one harbors sordid darkness, but Aidan Lucas shouldn't have such a terrifying, bloodthirsty gaze.
What kind of life experiences could have caused him to reveal such a savage and cruel expression?
It must be said that Richard Coldwell's interest in Aidan Lucas far exceeded his expectations now.