Glades Horne was tall and composed, exuding an aristocratic aura that was both gallant and noble. Even as he tightly gripped Nicholas Coldwell's hand, his expression remained unruffled. Hardly any anger could be seen on his handsome face, but a fierce and ruthless glint fleetingly passed through the depths of his sharp eyes.
Every few minutes, his gaze would shift to his beloved wife. Every little movement by her side did not escape his attention.
Just now, Julia Bluen had appeared arm in arm with him in front of everyone. Everyone knew that Julia Bluen was his companion. Even though her stunning appearance had drawn the glances of many men, out of fear of him, not a single one dared to strike up a conversation with her.
When Nicholas Coldwell entered his line of sight, his eyes immediately turned cold.
