Chapter 954
- Erik Scott gave a cold snort, his tone cutting and icy.
- Quinton Scott’s face grew even darker. He felt like Lucas Campbell had just played him for a fool.
- To be safe, he slipped on a Destruction Helmet. His voice came out with a metallic buzz, cold and spooky: “Lucas, I’m only sparing you because you’re Rosalie’s son-in-law. You really got a death wish?”