Chapitre 283: Scary

"Psss..." Evana gently nudged Lucien as she tried to get his attention and whispered close to his ear," Does he have to wear this kind of expression? Half the people in here are ready to sh*t their pants."

Lucien glanced at the man sitting at the head of the table and leaned towards Evana, inhaling her sweet scent as he informed her," That is his amiable expression, angel. They're foolish to be scared of that."

"Amiable? Looks more like a storm is brewing on his face," she quipped, almost shaking her head. She could not help but look around the large table and sigh again as she glanced at the screen. His plan was foolproof and she could not help but glance at the man again. If her father had been half as ruthless as him, things would have been too different.