Chapter 148 To Live Or Die

The atmosphere in the manor instantly turned icy. Clement's face was drenched in cold sweat, and his gaze became icy as if he wanted to freeze someone to death with his eyes alone. However, he remained seated, clutching his hand and gritting his teeth in frustration, not daring to make a move. The couch next to Clement was stained with blood, evidence of the brief altercation earlier as two fingers tumbled across the furniture.