After she left.
The living room was engulfed in a cold silence.
Everyone could feel the low pressure in the air.
Scott Harris felt frustrated inside. Couldn't Ms. Clark tell that Baron wasn't actually happy about her leaving?
He kept his head down, trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible to avoid Baron's wrath.
But hiding was futile, for the man sitting quietly on the sofa still called out his name, "Scott Harris."
"Yes, Lord?" The man, who was trying to reduce his presence, had no choice but to come forward with a reluctant scalp, respectfully asking, "Do you have any orders, Lord?"
"Have someone follow that woman right away!"
"Uh..."
The handsome man's eyes were unfathomably deep, seemingly harboring a storm, a tempest brewing, "I told you to have someone follow her!"
