Having heard his words, Vinson looked up and gave that man an icy stare. His eyes were filled with utter coldness and a trace of hostility.
The man gulped, for that single stare from Vinson had knocked his arrogance down a notch. That was how intimidating Vinson’s presence was.
Arielle had learned about micro-expressions from the Wilhelms. She stood aside, studying the elderly lady and the man silently.
The anger and sorrow on the old lady’s face were real, but the man was a different matter altogether. When he spotted Vinson, delight flashed across his gaze.
When Vinson met the man’s eyes, Arielle also caught a glimpse of guilt in his gaze.
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