Ole didn't have a hunting dog's keen sense of smell.
He only saw Anna casually fiddling with her phone for a while, and her eyes gradually welled up with moisture.
Is this... helpless crying?
Ole believed his cousin had finally been stripped of her strong facade, shedding tears.
"After all, she's still a woman."
He mocked in his heart.
Ole was somewhat surprised by his current good mood.
Seeing the scene before him, he surprisingly felt no sympathy, but rather a strange mix of agitation and secret pleasure.
Some men have a natural war and destruction desire embedded in their genes, an ancient hunting instinct.
Ole was a Krueger,
His ancestors hunted honor and land on the battlefield, and his parents hunted money and wealth in economics.
Perhaps,
From childhood to adulthood, Ole harbored a part that longed to see his eternally outstanding cousin truly lose her composure.
Like seeing an unreachable rose blooming on a cliff, falling into dust.
