The confrontation between the two men was like a silent clash of swords with edges sharp enough to slice through the dense air.

Sean and Lance’s auras were on par with each other. Both of them stared at each other without the slightest intention of conceding.

Behind them, Yvette could not handle the stalemate anymore.

She tugged at the corner of Lance’s shirt and whispered.

“Let’s go. Don’t waste time here.”

Lance took her hand. His expression seemed to carry pleasure and indulgence.

“Okay, let’s go.”

It seemed like he was doing it out of respect for her.

“Lance Sheldon—” Sean’s voice rang grimly in his ears.

“Do you think that woman is serious? How could she be sincere? She was the same when she was with me...”

Yvette paled as she stood there. She felt dizzy, as if she had just been hit in the head.

Was Sean trying to drive a wedge between her and Lance?

Sean’s darkness had never been used on her, but she had seen quite a lot during this period.

Now, he was turning comple