All sounds were blocked out in the room.
Enna Clark seemed to have lost all her strength, slowly slipping to sit in front of the door.
She covered her face with her hands, unable to describe her feelings at this moment.
She just felt suffocated and very uncomfortable.
The discomfort suddenly made her want to cry.
...
In the President's office.
Baron Lawrence turned off the surveillance video, his rose-colored thin lips pressed tight, murderous intent surged in his hawk-like eyes, slowly hiding it in the depths.
Jasmine Clark, Jacob Clark, Juliet Jordan...
He recounted the names of these people, vicious and bloodthirsty!
Baron Lawrence clenched his fist, squeezed it tight and let it go, let it go and clenched it again, taking a while to suppress the towering anger in his chest.
So that's what happened five years ago.
