Lark Mayfield seemed to be talking to herself.
"What on earth are you talking about?"
Selena Kensington simply couldn't hold back any longer. This woman had been speaking to herself since earlier, and it was a bunch of words she couldn't understand!
"Ha..."
Lark Mayfield gave Selena an indignant look.
As if she were looking at an insignificant ant.
Outside the room, two guards suddenly barged in.
"Aunt! That man... that man broke in!"
Their tone was filled with undeniable panic and fear.
As if they had seen some kind of monster.
Lark Mayfield squinted dangerously at the doorway.
That man was dressed in a black suit, surrounded by guards holding spears.
Yet he remained unfazed, walking in with composure.
Apart from that fierce and violent gaze, he looked like a refined gentleman.
As if strolling through a garden.
Lark Mayfield instantly sensed the aura of a kindred spirit.
She confirmed the identity of the person in front of her.
