"I can handle the surveillance."
A calm, youthful voice came through.
Besides Henry Chapman, who knew there were people in the study, and Pedro Langley, who inferred from the shoes in the hallway that Marcus Shaw and Oliver Scott were also at home, the others couldn't help but pause in surprise and cast their gaze towards the study door.
Marcus Shaw stood there.
The teenager, dressed in casual attire, stood tall and upright, his figure thin yet towering. His gaze was calm and steady, surprisingly instilling a sense of credibility despite his visible youth.
A few people were slightly startled.
Then, another figure moved beside him, coming to stand by Marcus's side, entering the view of everyone present.
He scratched his nose, flashed a bright smile at everyone, patted Marcus on the shoulder, and said somewhat awkwardly, "Then I'll be in charge of cheering you on."
"These two are...?"
Encountering them for the first time, Evelyn Winter asked Nora Scott in curiosity.
