The atmosphere at the dining table was quite strange. Joshua Hughes neither spoke nor ate, just sipped the red wine in his glass nonchalantly.
The striking features of his face under the light projected an imposing presence, an unspoken noble lineage radiated from him, making the already lavishly decorated dining room feel somewhat oppressive.
Perhaps such a room couldn't contain the powerful aura of this man.
As the host, Arthur Yates usually maintained a serious and earnest demeanor, yet in front of this man, he could only be submissive. Brian Yates was full of suppressed anger, while Harper Johnson smiled like a chrysanthemum blooming in the autumn; everyone harbored their own motives.
Evelyn Yates cautiously watched the tall man beside her. When he didn't speak, she couldn't guess his thoughts, and even if he did say something, she couldn't really grasp what it meant.
