Uncle Hall saw Miss Shaw being pulled away by Hawthorne Howard, only then did he quickly get up, entered the room at the back, and saw the tall, handsome, sinister young man standing at the window, motionless, staring at the Aston Martin. His heart skipped a beat, he quickly drew the curtains, and said in a low voice, "Young Master, this is the Imperial City."
"That's why I'm standing by the window, rather than before Leah." Griffith Squire narrowed his almond eyes, full of a bloody aura, but his thin lips curled into a faint, cold smile, "The Shaw Family is interesting, renaming Leah to Crystal Landon, hoping she'd be as naive as snow, huh?"
Griffith Squire's slender fingers clutched the window sash with all his strength to restrain himself from stepping forward to tell her that Leah is her real name, and he is her only relative, what is the Shaw Family worth anyway.
