Chapter 8 Walk Right Into a Trap

An extravagant chandelier shone brightly in the minimalistic yet luxurious living room.
The light shone on the man sitting on the couch, making the perfect contours of his face look even more dimensional.
Hearing Gael's words, Stanley lightly caressed his wristwatch before lifting his gaze to look at the butler. "Go ahead and take the children upstairs," he instructed through parted thin lips.