"The incense breaking is a bad omen? A person who brings bad luck?" Seth Quinn repeated softly, then let out a low chuckle. "Is that so?"
Although his voice was mild and his face held a smile, he somehow exuded an extremely dangerous aura.
Everyone was scared into silence, especially the women who had been gossiping so animatedly just moments before. Terrified, they all lowered their heads, hardly daring to breathe.
Faye Jennings couldn't stand seeing Seth Quinn treat Clara Grant so well. She took a step toward him and said with a dazzling smile, "President Quinn, everyone was probably just joking earlier. No one really thinks that way in their hearts."
"Joking?" Seth Quinn shot Faye Jennings a sidelong glance, his voice still mild, betraying no emotion.
He said only that single word, then fell silent, leaving Faye Jennings feeling incredibly awkward.
