Talent?
No, it was not a talent; it was her eyes!
A pair of eyes that could be called a rare treasure in this world—Pupula Duplex!
He remembered the scene he had seen in the surveillance footage that night, and suddenly, something stabbed fiercely at the bottom of his heart. His sharply defined features turned cold, and the air became oppressively chilly around his brows, which now only contained a sinister aura.
How preposterous, she was a person, not an object to be used and then contained!
And to be contained in such a manner?
His eyes finally grew darker and darker, and both the danger and bloodlust were hidden within them.
"Hello, it's Ou Mucen!"
"Third Young Master..."
"Have you found him?"
"Replying to the Third Young Master, he has not appeared yet. It's a bit strange; we have been looking for him since two hours ago when you ordered us to freeze all his properties. But up to now, he hasn't shown his face."
"What do you mean?"
