No, it's not just discomfort; it's a deep sense of crisis.
This urgent pressure made beads of sweat appear on his forehead, though those around him did not notice his anomaly.
He quickly scanned his surroundings, only to find the air seemed to have stagnated, as if all faces were covered in a layer of vague shadows.
"Why her?"
These four words were almost squeezed out through gritted teeth.
He was acutely aware that once William Foster and Clara Bennett's relationship was publicized, the entire situation would undergo a drastic change.
Moreover, Clara Bennett was not simple; this was something he knew perfectly well.
If they really got married, and Clara harbored resentment towards him, William might help her take it out on him—wouldn't that mean trouble for him?
At this thought, Samuel Grant's face instantly turned as pale as a sheet of paper.
He knew Clara Bennett was not someone easy to deal with; her depth was much greater than what showed on the surface.
