Chapter 413

The atmosphere in the dining room turned silent.

Old Mr. Mercer’s expressions were somewhat ugly. He looked at Sienna coldly and said in an unfriendly tone, “How concerned you are of the Mercer family, Ms. Sienna. You are right. Previously, only with my permission could they use the prison.”

Then, he inconspicuously swept a glance at Iris, whose head was buried extremely low.

His voice was quit