The subordinate stood still. He couldn't offer any answer to the question.
He hadn't been with Jessica during her plots, neither could he discern her thoughts. He wasn't a seer, nor was he a prophet.
He screamed so loud in his head, yet he kept mute, staring at the devastated Sylas.
But then come to think of it, a woman who had successfully left Sylas Louis restless and ruffled deserves an applause…no, a standing ovation.
For the years he had been under him, he had only seen him reign terror on others. He had always been confident in his schemes, plots and decisions.
He had always been confident of his abilities and whatever he sought after, he got and whatever he wanted no one denied.
To put it mildly, Sylas Louis was a terror incarnate.
Though he preferred to operate behind the scenes, he was thorough, always leaving a clean slate…so much so that even if you traced his plots, you would find nothing. No clue, no trail.
