Kiera Herrington completely ignored Steve Hawthorne's dark expression.
Steve Hawthorne paced back and forth behind her.
He looked rather agitated.
As if he would explode at any moment, he glanced at Kiera Herrington's enchanting figure and tried desperately to suppress his anger.
"Hmph!"
Steve Hawthorne coldly snorted through his nose.
"Did you call him back to make everyone feel awkward, or do you want him to die faster? Bringing him back? With his life-draining fate, how many days can he survive? He could make his opponents dead within seven days."
Kiera Herrington's face darkened, and she abruptly turned to snap, "Steve Hawthorne, he's your own flesh and blood, your grandson! I can understand your disdain for him, but considering the kind of person you are, I didn't expect you to have any familial affection whatsoever. I advise you to watch your mouth and not to spew nonsense around me; you're dirtying up my space."