"I want to see the Old Master." Joel Russo directly interrupted the butler's words in a deep voice. His tone was somber and indifferent, yet brooked no argument.
The butler's face instantly stiffened again.
Day by day, as time passed, it had been easier to handle in the beginning, but now...
Even though it was just passing on words, heaven knows how much pressure he was under every time he faced the Eldest Young Master.
"This... Eldest Young Master, the Old Master has already..."
Joel Russo's eyes, dark as the night, shifted in their sockets, his icy gaze making Butler Walker shiver uncontrollably.
"Eldest... Young Master, but the Old Master he..."
"I'm not asking for anyone's opinion right now."
Joel Russo's frosty voice cut through like ice, the sharp line of his lips exuding an inherent coldness. Without further ado, he turned around, his tall and commanding figure heading toward the staircase.
