"Aren't you here to meet the heir of The House of Divine?"
The moment those words entered Corey's ears, a horrifying conclusion came to his mind, and a cold light flashed through his eyes.
No words escaped Corey's lips despite the urge to ask the question: "How did you know?"
The only change in his expression was the slight frown and coldness in his eyes.
"No words?"
The middle-aged man asked with a light smile, but Corey was not provoked.
"Well, I don't need you to say anything." The middle-aged man paused, then he gestured to the side. "So, don't do anything stupid and come with me."
Corey glanced at the middle-aged man's hand, and then he looked around.
He noticed that the gazes of most, if not all, of the people around them were on both of them. The gazes he felt were not only from the people he could see. He could also perceive the gazes of people who were from the top floors on him.
When Corey noticed this, he frowned.