He trimmed his suit, exuding a stern aura all over his body, and walked towards her step by step.

Mary Kinson held her breath slightly. She didn't know what he was up to, but the temper in his bones gave people an invisible aura.

She took a deep breath and looked at him, her lashes twitching. "You will protect me, won't you?"

William Black stood beside her, and his face was as beautiful as the person in the painting, giving a somewhat surreal feeling.

Turning around, he said seriously, “I believe my family will not have any bad thoughts, they cannot and must not."

Beverly Kinson knows that he does...