Chapter 274: Black Onyx

In another country.

Inside a dimly lit room, a man in his fifties stared at the face of the woman on the television. His gaze changing, at one point his face showed joy, then extreme sadness, then anger.

He turned off the volume of the current news and got up from the cream colored couch that he was sitting. He looked at the uncomfortably big room in front of him. It was big, sure. But it lacked something. He roamed his eyes and tried to look for something that contained a personal touch inside the room. There was none.

He shook his head, as he thought about the fact that everything inside this room, from the bespoke carpet, to the white curtains were all designed and intentionally arranged by professionals.

Someone that he did not even know.

Everything inside this room was like from a photo in a luxury design magazine, yet it was cold, distant and uncomfortable. The place looked perfect, but it lacked emotions and tranquility.