Ignatius Leclair watched as Leah Squire went inside. Only then did he leisurely make his way down the stairs, spotting Richard Shaw, who had arrived but refrained from showing himself. Ignatius narrowed his long, phoenix-like eyes and curled his lips into a smile. "Has Major General Shaw switched careers to become a bodyguard and chauffeur now?"
Noticing that Richard looked in excellent health, Ignatius couldn't help but be curious. The man who usually wrapped himself in ragged robes was, for once, wearing a brand-new, casual outfit. For someone in his mid-thirties, this older man sat upright in his wheelchair with an unyielding posture. His sharp and handsome face was meticulously groomed, exuding an almost youthful charm. Was he trying to compete with the younger generation?
The smile tugging at Ignatius's lips grew increasingly enigmatic.
