Nightfrost Knight and his two companions stared straight ahead, not finding their master's actions the least bit excessive. After all, the Old Madam had provoked him by constantly speaking ill of the Lady of the House. That shot was merely a warning. Had it been anyone else saying those things, that bullet would have been aimed straight at their head.
'It was just a shame about that valuable antique vase. Tsk, tsk, it was worth a hundred million, and now it's gone just like that. What a terrible waste!'
"Damian, you..." The words caught in the Old Madam's throat, and a cold sweat broke out on her back.
'Was he really going to shoot her—his own grandmother—for that girl?'
Caden Reginald looked up at the Old Madam, his inky eyes tinged with a frigid chill. "Grandmother, please return to the island tomorrow."
She was his grandmother, so he couldn't bring himself to truly harm her. But if she insisted on crossing his line, he would show no mercy.
