Chapter 72: She must be a Female!
"Haha..." Followed by a brief intense silence, Dolemort let out a small chuckle while fixing his gaze deep into her cold eyes. Mr. Clark and Mr. Smith both looked fidgety in that awkward atmosphere, but Elena and Dolemort both seemed strangely calm, facing each other on the opposite side of the giant table.
After discarding his cigarette on the ashtray, Dolemort retained his vague smile when he addressed her, "I like the fact that you didn’t waste any moment and came straight to the point. Mr. Smith, I must say you have raised your daughter very smartly."
"Um, t-thank you...b-but that was not all the reason behind today’s appointment, Mr. Agastya." Nervously wiping off his forehead sweat with a silk handkerchief, Mr. Smith tried hard to keep a cordial smile as he said, "I also eagerly wanted to discuss a business cooperation with you—"
"I haven’t given you my permission to interrupt my conversation with your daughter." But bearing his overwhelming aura, Dolemort raised his index finger from his hand which was resting on the table.
But just a small gesture from the most influential man of the country as well as one of the strongest Supreme Alpha to ever exist in the heart of Westport city was more than enough to shut off Mr. Smith out of fear, as he immediately bowed in apology.
"Miss Elena," His vague smile tainted a little when Dolemort narrowed his rolled grey orbs at her, as he deepened his voice, "I am glad that you were honest with me about what you had felt towards my son, but...such a futile emotion named love doesn’t bother to exist in my bloodline.
"I am sure you must be already aware by now about how troublesome Zenith has become over the span of years, but I am letting him enjoy his spare time as much as he can until I drag him back to the family, where he belongs.
"He’s my only child, so, I am very certain if you would have such pointless expectations from my Zenith hoping that he might reciprocate your affections one day, you’ll be greatly disappointed. Zenith is cold-hearted and he strongly despises weak people, and weak emotions, just like me."
"I am aware of that, Sir." But even after facing his curt criticism, Elena remained strangely composed while she conversed in a low, polite voice, lowering her gaze from him, "After my years of being in unrequited love with him, I have grown enough patient as a woman should be.