"Who's this?"
Sinclair's narrow, dark eyes swept indifferently over Antonio.
His handsome features showed no expression, yet an overwhelming aura of dominance radiated from him.
Both Dr. Alex and Dr. Robert felt a shiver run through them, though their thoughts diverged.
So he knew everything after all!
How could he possibly know everything?!
The others also turned their gazes toward Antonio, their expressions varying.
The banquet hall suddenly fell into a scary silence, the atmosphere growing palpably tense.
Some people merely by standing there could make others feel inadequate.
Sinclair was clearly the epitome of such a presence.
Though sharing the same space, he seemed to occupy a higher, more distant plane, looking down upon everyone else with an air of superiority.
Yes—superiority.
Antonio's hand, tucked in his pocket, clenched tighter, his knuckles cracking one by one before slowly relaxing again.
