Oliver Baird walked out not to avoid Chloe Baird changing clothes, but because the doorbell downstairs was ringing like crazy.
Only Atlas Hallow would dare to press the doorbell like that, coming at this speed and with such momentum.
He instructed that if Atlas came, there was no need to stop him; otherwise, the doorbell to his manor would probably be bashed in with how many of his people were stationed around here.
As soon as the door opened, he saw a man exuding hostility, with eyes that seemed ready to devour someone.
"Where is the king?" Atlas Hallow's voice was somewhat hoarse, and as he spoke, it seemed like the air was filled with the scent of blood.
"If I knew where he was, would I still be waiting here?" Oliver glanced at Atlas with an expression suggesting he had lost his mind.
