Wei Anning returned to the cell, where an uninvited guest was waiting. The man was about fifty, dressed in a black suit, exuding an air of authority just by sitting there.
Two bodyguards in black stood behind him, looking like two grim reapers.
Wei Anning slowly walked in, and the middle-aged man shot her a sharp glance, silently sizing her up, then sneered coldly, "I wondered what kind of rare beauty could make my son lose his life over you."
Wei Anning did not sit, merely staring at him quietly. "You must be Prince William's father, His Majesty, the King of Country S. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree."
The King of Country S twitched at the corner of his eye, "Are you mocking me?"
"How dare I?"
