Evan Sinclair and Ethan Sinclair surveyed slowly with their eyes.
The two of them sat on the other side of the sofa, shoulder to shoulder.
Her gaze moved from Evan Sinclair's eyebrows to Ethan Sinclair's nose, and then paused on their slightly tense lips.
Her eyes carried an evaluative look.
Evan Sinclair felt the pressure first, his shoulders involuntarily tensing.
His fingers clutched at the seam of his trousers, his knees trembling slightly.
Although Ethan Sinclair didn't move, his gaze wavered, not daring to look her directly in the eye.
Evan Sinclair finally couldn't stand it anymore and suddenly stood up from the sofa.
Pointing at Selene Kane, he raised his voice.
"What exactly do you want? We won't let you manipulate us! Don't think just because you're the Female Master you can order us around!"
Ethan Sinclair also stood up.
Although he didn't speak, his stance was defensive, his palms clenched into fists.
