The servant, crying, scrambled to get up and ran off in a panic.
Even Vincent, who rushed over in a hurry after hearing the news, was stunned by his master's roar.
Having been by his master's side for so many years, whether it was securing a long-awaited business deal or overcoming a thorny problem, at most, his aura would lose just a touch of its usual chill.
Even if a long-plotted endeavor failed, his handsome face would merely become utterly cold, calmly identifying the problem, dealing with those who needed to be dealt with, resolving what needed to be resolved.
Sometimes, he would endure when he needed to.
Just as he endures the ticking time bombs at home...
Keeping his emotions hidden from his face.
He knew that Miss Arabella's presence greatly influenced the master,
causing fluctuations in emotion, changes in behavior, and every time Vincent thought he'd seen the limit of it.
Now it seemed that he had still thought too simply.
