Owen stood in silence, his face cold as if frozen in frost, his expression dark and unreadable.

His hands were casually tucked into his pockets, his tall, imposing figure like a mountain.

Serena walked up to him, saying nothing more, her calm, composed expression meeting his anger with an air of serenity.

"Are you negotiating with me?"

After a long pause, Owen finally spoke, but at the same time, his hand moved toward Serena’s face, ...