Philip Shaw stood by the window fastening his buttons, the bright morning sunlight illuminating his skin, which was paler than snow, his gaze was indifferent and cold.
By the time Philip Shaw came downstairs and finished breakfast with him, it was already past ten o'clock.
She didn't know the exact time Trenton Smith had arranged to meet him, but she suspected that Norris Moore would be there waiting for her in advance.
The thought of them all being there made her feel increasingly anxious.
In contrast to her anxious mood was Philip Shaw's increasingly casual demeanor.
Aldana Candi had serious doubts—he was doing it on purpose!
This guy might look decent, but he's got a bad heart, definitely dragging time when he sees her anxious.
Clearly Ellen Candi was also waiting for him, what was he delaying for?
Is it meaningful to harm the enemy a thousand times at the cost of losing eight hundred?
It wasn't until half-past ten that he had a mind to leave.
