"Hmph!" Another cold laugh, Daemon Lancaster turned his dark eyes over, the corners of his lips revealing a slight derision.
Daemon Lancaster was different from the other men in the Lancaster Family. The men of the Lancaster Family had fair skin and standard phoenix eyes, but Daemon was the exception, with a square face, healthy skin tone, and eyes as large as a yak's.
"Secrets? If not for their family's maid catching them red-handed, we would still be kept in the dark!"
Hearing Daemon Lancaster say this, Gabriel Lancaster, who had been silent, also raised his phoenix eyes and looked at his elder brother with furrowed brows, showing confusion.
"Brother, what did that woman do that the maid caught her red-handed? Go on, tell us." Michael Lancaster leaned over again, full of gossip.
Daemon Lancaster slapped the ivory chopsticks in his hand onto the dining table, the derision at the corners of his lips even more pronounced.
