Lyle Westbrook's face was icy, and even though his features were normally comforting like a spring breeze, his stern expression didn't make him seem overbearing. However, nobody dared to take him lightly because of it.
If a year ago, when this man had just returned to the family dynasty, they might have been deceived by his face and demeanor that seemed to lie to the world, then after more than a year, they had fully witnessed this man's methods.
He wasn't domineering; often he even appeared easy to talk to.
Yet, once someone crossed his bottom line or broke the rules he had set, the consequences were unimaginable!
Thus, they truly revered this man from the bottom of their hearts, and even feared him.
"Young Master Lyle, how should we deal with this child? Should we send her to the police station, or to the orphanage?" the bodyguard asked, steeling himself.
Wyndham Howell—no, Lyle Westbrook was about to instruct his men to take her to the orphanage.
