━ BC Medical Center, Meteor Hills ━
The middle-aged man stood with a posture that could make a soldier feel insecure. Broad shoulders, lean build, and not a hint of a slouch — the kind of physique you'd expect from a man who refused to age quietly. His full head of wavy white hair was stylishly slicked back, and a neatly trimmed beard framed his jaw, giving him a touch of youthful charm despite his years.
His face carried surprisingly few wrinkles, but the black eye patch over his right eye and the slightly stern curve of his lips gave him a "hard" touch.
The gray coat he wore had a golden Hero Agency badge over the breast pocket.
The mark of the Chairman.
"Oh?"
His deep, calm voice slithered into the room.
"Did I walk in on something…?"
His lone eye looked around the place and then at Emma.
She was still kneeling between Scott's legs with her hands just about to tug his pants down.
"Uhmm—!"
