Myron Gray was standing with his dynamic and dark aura and his eyes were sharp even in the darkness. He was looking at the man and woman who had hugged each other and argued possessively. Meesha Kyle trembled in fear and pushed Lucien Taylor who was also looking at Myron Gray.
Lucien Taylor buttoned his coat and put his both palms in his pockets. He looked at Myron Gray with a cold expression. There was a slight smirk on Myron Gray’s thin and healthy lips. Meesha Kyle’s breaths choked into her chest and she shivered.
Myron Gray put his palms in his pockets and smirked slightly.
“So, the real play was going on here. Nice.” He said in his deep and low voice as if it didn’t affect him a bit but Lucien Taylor’s eyes were fierce and dark.
Meesha Kyle rushed to Myron Gray and held his arm in
