4 hours later, the Hilton Hotel Presidential Suite was in a complete mess.
Scott Harris hurriedly arrived after getting off the plane and saw such a scene.
The entire study was almost unrecognizable, with every item that could be smashed in the room in shambles. In one corner, a short-haired and fierce-looking man had sweat all over his forehead, one hand covering his eyes, panting heavily, as if he had just vented his anger.
Scott cautiously walked in front of him and called out, "Lord?"
The man covering his eyes slowly removed his hand. When Scott saw those crimson hawk-like eyes, he was stunned for a moment.
He had seen Lord angry before, but this… this was a first.
It was as if…
As if the world had collapsed, leaving only the last fragile thread tethering his sanity. Once that thread broke…
Scott didn't dare to think about it.
