He took a light step forward, walking gracefully towards the front of the building.
Seeing the approaching pair, the few bodyguards waiting at the grand entrance immediately tensed up.
If Clayton Howard was at his side, they could stop him. But now, in front of them was Young Lord of Futuren Group, Baron Stuart.
Baron Stuart lifted his cold gaze, sweeping it across the black uniformed bodyguard opposite him.
The moment the bodyguard's eyes met his icy pupils, he stiffened, as if feeling a wave of coldness sweeping through his body, sending chills to his heart.
"Young Lord Stuart—" The bodyguard spoke slowly, despite being afraid of Baron Stuart's suffocating aura, they dared not let him pass easily.
After all, they belonged to Adrian Nash, and if they were found negligent, they couldn't bear the punishment from the Young Master.
But the man in front of them was also not someone they could offend.