"Mr Arthur, what seems to be the problem?"
Paul, still eerily smiling, nicely asked as he feigned confusion. John, on the other hand, was frowning as his black pupils were so intensely focused on the parasite.
"I would like to John for a second. I don't suppose you mind, yes?"
"Of course not, Mr Arthur." As he said that, he turned to John and sternly warned him
"Be respectful and don't cause any trouble."
When he finished, he softly pushed the youth toward Arthur, who did a simple gesture, causing both he and John to vanish.
When they were gone, Paul remained standing there, seemingly dazed. His eyes jumped to where Arthur was, wondering what's going to happen. When he finally snapped out of it, he looked at the VIP box only, his gaze falling on the silver-haired woman.
His body instinctively trembled, feeling a wave of chilling frost momentarily cover him. Lucy was glaring at him, not even trying to mask her hostility.