"Squire Sir, the plane has been inspected and is ready for boarding," Griffith's trusted aide approached and reported in a low voice.
Griffith's handsome face carried a murderous aura as he checked the time. A trace of bloody menace flashed through his peach-blossom eyes. Delphine had seen this expression back in the Golden Triangle, the year their enemies set a trap to assassinate Leah. She had carried Leah through the dense mountain forests, avoiding landmines while fleeing desperately. When Griffith found them, he had the same look on his face. Three days later, Griffith led twenty people into the enemy's stronghold, annihilating their entire armed force in one fell swoop. That battle was a war of revenge, fought with extreme ferocity. Most of those he brought along perished or were severely injured. Griffith himself took three bullets and spent half a year recovering, leaving his body marked with scars.
