"Tap."
"Tap."
A tall and slender figure of a man made his entry.
His handsome face akin to a deity, yet the dark aura surrounding him made him seem more like an executioner.
Although he had not done anything, even his expression was indifferent.
Yet, there was an unexplainable sense of unease among the crowd, their breathing significantly lighter.
"Sweetheart," Camilla looked at the newcomer, her usually cold eyes reformed into a pool of sparkling emotion.
"Mmm,"
Sinclair gave a nonchalant response. Beneath his deep gaze, he gazed at Camilla, his moods indiscernible.
Lizzy's brain was buzzing from the pain.
Upon the sight of the noble and clear-cut man entering the room, she felt an instant surge of hope, as though grasping at a straw for her survival.
The man had just halted others, and now he would definitely save her!!
Unmindful of the status of the person arriving, Lizzy crawled forward, suppressing the agonizing pain.
"Sir, please save me, save me!"
