"Swoosh—" The flashy sports car came to an abrupt stop.
The car door swung open, and Lucas Scott, tall and imposing, stepped out from the car, reached for his sunglasses, and tossed them onto the driver's seat before slamming the car door shut forcefully.
"Mr. Scott, you're back..." the butler greeted respectfully, but Lucas Scott strode past him, heading inside with large steps.
His thin lips were pressed in a harsh line, his eyes flashing a trace of anger, and along the way, no one dared to speak up, their faces instead showing concern.
"Bang!" Lucas Scott reached the bedroom door and pushed it open with his hand.
He stood at the door, not entering immediately, his resolute face covered with an indescribable complex light.
His chest was heaving violently...
It took him a while before he stepped into the bedroom.
The room was suffused with a deathly silence, without a single sound.
