"Well, this is a rare visit." Thomas Emiliano gently shook the high-end red wine in his glass, looking at the arriving Baron Stuart, couldn't help but smile from the corner of his mouth.
In his understanding, perhaps the man standing before him might never voluntarily visit this place in his lifetime.
Baron Stuart looked up, his cold face devoid of emotion, not wishing to waste a word with this man who in his eyes was sickening.
"She better be unharmed, or I'll let you know what it means to be better off dead."
Just one sentence made Thomas Emiliano's hand clutching the wine glass tighten slightly.
Then he looked up, a mysterious smile flashes in his eyes, "I don't quite understand the context of Young Lord's words."
As Baron Stuart's heart is already suppressing his rage, still there's no slightest news about Emily Walker, and the only person who can evade his scrutiny without leaving a trace is likely to be Thomas Emiliano. Who else could it be?
