Piercing the Facade

When Rosalind looked at him with those cold, piercing eyes, he instinctively took a step back in panic.

But he was the assistant in the Justice Ministry, a man seasoned by the grind of officialdom. In just a split second, he concealed the panic in his eyes.

With a flick of his long sleeve, Benedict gave a cold snort. "Utter nonsense."

He rarely lost composure like this. The always composed and sel