Chapter 110 Rare Tenderness

• At the moment the door was pushed open, Maxwell's sharp gaze instinctively sharpened, focusing on her as if she were a dangerous intruder. Maxwell sat behind the desk with his eyes fixed on her, repeatedly cleaning the gun in his hand with a cloth, making it shine.
• Upon seeing her, Maxwell's sharp gaze softened with a tinge of guilt, no longer as terrifyingly wary. Flora's face turned pale at the sight of the gun in his hand. The sound of a bullet-shattering glass echoed in her ears once again, a sound that seemed to come from another world, mixed with ominous significance, instantly claiming the souls of those two men!
• She hadn't even had a chance to see how he had fired the gun. This man, she truly had to doubt whether he was even human! How could a normal person possess such astonishing skill? How could he appear so calm after killing them?