Chapter 354: Lyra's Gloom

The grim-faced middle-aged man stepped out of the office, took the elevator to the top floor, and entered an office of almost ostentatious luxury. The office had an opulent, old-world feel, with several pieces of hardwood furniture. On one chair sat an elderly man, a little past sixty, ramrod straight. His features were gaunt, his eyes keen. He had salt-and-pepper hair and a matching goatee. Dressed in a black suit, he looked crisp and alert. He held a cup of tea in his bony hand and sipped. "Ashton,...