Chapter 281: Are You Sure You Can Cure My Aunt?

Before long, the two of them reached the living room. Three men and two women sat on the rosewood sofa, every face dark as storm clouds. In the center sat a man around fifty, dressed in a dark Tang-style suit. The set of his brows carried the weight of someone who had ruled for years. One glance told anyone he was no ordinary figure. To his left sat a richly dressed woman in her forties, dripping with jewelry. A vicious edge twisted her features as she stared Sylvie Dowah down like she wanted...