Griffith Squire finished speaking, put away the gun, held Aurora Coldwell's hand, and with his handsome face set in a murderous expression, walked out steadily; wherever he went, no one dared to stop him, people's eyes darted away, avoiding him like plague, leaving an open path.
As Griffith Squire left, behind him Cornelius Turner spun the dagger in his hand, and with a flick, the dagger flew past Mrs. Seymour's neck, embedding itself into the wall, causing her eyes to roll back as she fainted from fright.
Cornelius Turner pulled out a mocking smile, his military boots stomping heavily on the ground, following Griffith Squire out.
The man stood tall and straight, remarkably skilled, with a buzz cut, surrounded by a fierce aura, and his every word and action hinted at traces of years of military training.
