Soren Johnson abruptly turned around, a faint layer of malevolence enveloping his whole being, akin to a devil about to awaken in Hell, frighteningly terrifying.
"Yes, sir. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave first."
Leonard Harrison frowned slightly, nodded, and said nothing more before turning and retreating.
As he stepped out of the study, Leonard Harrison glanced back at Soren Johnson, shook his head helplessly, and returned to his room.
Back in his room, lying on the bed, he thought of Soren Johnson's demeanor just now. He tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
He knew that this matter was Soren Johnson's Achilles' heel.
But there was one thing he truly couldn't understand. In his youth, Soren Johnson was so spirited and decisive.
Although he still had an obsession with this matter, it wasn't like it is now.
It seemed that the older he got, the deeper his obsession became.
Especially recently, his obsessiveness had grown even stronger.
