"Today the only person we recognize is Mr. Hughes." Seeing that Joshua Hughes's men seemed to be cooperating, the few of them grew bolder and more relentless.
"Tired of living, are you?" Joshua's ice-cold eyes swept over those men, terrifying to the extreme, making it feel as if tiny, viciously poisonous insects were crawling up from the soles of their feet. Slowly, cold sweat seeped down their spines and they froze where they stood.
When Joshua Hughes spoke, he carried absolute authority, like a ruler who looked down on everything.
Julian Carter could clearly feel that Joshua Hughes was suppressing his fury, because the cold in Joshua's eyes had already reached a terrifying peak.
