044: If you don't want to, get out! (2)
The man abruptly opened his eyes, startling Tara Summer into silence, her words caught in her throat. The man's eyes, deep and chillingly cold, scanned her like a razor-sharp blade.
Tara felt wave after wave of cold rush over her, freezing her from her head to her toes. She wanted to step back, but her legs refused to move.
"Quite daring of you," said Liam Yancey, maintaining the same posture, his sword-like brows slightly furrowed, his magnetic voice didn't betray his emotions, his expression slightly cold.
"President Yancey..." Tara realized that she had disturbed his sleep, causing goosebumps on her scalp, "can we... can we talk?"
The man scoffed coldly and closed his eyes again. Instantly, the surroundings fell back into silence.
Tara couldn't stand the oppressive silence. Her heart was being clawed at, "President Yancey, about the Summer Clan..."