"President Owen?..." Benjamin Turner frowned, just about to speak.
But then he saw Ose Owen's sharp gaze sweep over coldly, eyes like a millennium-old ice cellar, enough to kill thousands of times.
Nathan Johnson had followed Ose Owen for three years, understanding his temper. Usually, this expression meant he was in a bad mood, and smart people knew to stay as far away as possible at such times!
So, he shoved Benjamin Turner, pushing the crowd out.
alin stood still, and Ose Owen glared at her, saying in a deep voice: "Get out!"
Though his volume wasn't loud, the man's murderous gaze still made alin shiver all over, instinctively retreating. Before closing the door, she looked worriedly at Crossley Gibson's back, praying for her safety!
Once everyone was gone, Crossley Gibson struggled even harder. With no one around, her heart grew more anxious and fearful.
