Handing out a good person card to an arms smuggler, just hearing it made his ears ache.
Elaine's face showed a slight smile, she nodded and said nothing more.
James Mason headed to his study.
Elaine stood there, her gaze following his figure until it disappeared behind the door, then she slowly withdrew her gaze.
Being able to follow him is her lifelong blessing.
She took a gentle breath, a satisfied smile appearing on her face, and slowly left the corridor.
...
The night breeze was slightly cool.
Brandan stood at the doorway, looking out at the pitch-black night sky.
His gaze landed in the distance, as if he saw something, his expression somewhat solemn.
Iris Harris was sitting on the bed watching a movie, occasionally lifting her head to glance at Brandan, noticing that the man had maintained that pose for a long time.
The cigarette between his fingers was motionless, and ashes were blown all over the ground.
Who knows what he thought he saw.
