Chapter 422 I Don't Want to See You

• "Finley…"
• Garrison's voice sliced through the air, pulling Finley from his deep thoughts. He turned to look at his cousin, his expression as cold as a winter storm. Out of mere politeness, he offered a curt "Mm" in response.
• Garrison, well-acquainted with Finley's aloof nature, didn't take offense at the chilly reception. If anyone else had faced that icy glare, they might have wilted or angrily stormed off.