Hannah Johnson nodded, yet when the man charged toward her, the imposing aura between his eyes that hinted at an army of thousands, startled her, especially since he was staring intensely at her the whole time.
That expression...
Was like that of a murderer.
"Hello, uncle," Hannah Johnson greeted politely, then fled the scene as if escaping.
"She..." He watched Hannah Johnson walk away, then glanced at his son.
"It's not her," Junior President Payne explained to his father, who then withdrew his gaze.
"Take me to see her."
"Don't rush,"
"..."
The words angered Mario Payne until his face turned ashen. He had been sitting in a car all night just to see his daughter as soon as possible, and now they were telling him there was no rush. This boy, was he trying to infuriate him to death?
"How's mother?" Tim Payne inquired.
"Everything is arranged, don't worry,"
"Then that's good."
