He walked over, sat on the bed, placed the hidden pistol from his sleeve on the table, and leaned against the headboard looking at Trenton Smith, "What are you here for?"
Trenton Smith set the coffee cup in his hand on the table, his handsome and elegant face carrying a composed faint smile, and asked, "Do you want to save Aldana Candi?"
Eric Candi suddenly sat up from the bed, his body visibly tensed, his eyes cold as blades slowly narrowing as he stared at the enigmatic face of Trenton Smith.
It had been almost half a year since Philip Shaw took Aldana Candi away.
During this half year, not to mention seeing Aldana Candi, he couldn't even touch a single hair of hers.
It wasn't like he hadn't tried to infiltrate Philip Shaw's villa, but ever since the last defense failure by Philip Shaw, he had arranged countless guards there. Every inch of the mountaintop mansion was defended like a fortress, not even a fly could get in.
