Clenching the stack of documents in his hand, Yuan Hong swiftly stood up from his spacious chair. His face was overcast, his brows deeply furrowed as he paced back and forth across the elegantly appointed attic room, exuding an oppressive gloom.
The two maids by his side lowered their heads, deliberately slowing their breathing to barely audible levels.
Fearful of provoking his wrath, and being torn apart and killed on a whim.
"Huff——"
He carefully read through the documents in his hand again, ensuring there were no mistakes.
Finally, Yuan Hong stopped pacing and let out a long sigh, placing the documents back onto the nearby mahogany desk.
He whispered a few words to one of the maids by his side.
The maid nodded.
Walking with small, quick steps, she soon left the room.
Meanwhile, Yuan Hong stood with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing out the window at the uniquely designed and tranquil garden.
