Brandan didn't say anything, just had a slight frown, his gaze landed on Iris, who was curled up in the corner of the wall in a sorry state.
She was no longer her usually calm and proud self; her meticulously combed long hair was disheveled and hanging over her body. She was bowing her head, holding her phone, doing who knows what. Underneath her hair, her slender neck was flushed entirely, and it wasn't hard to imagine the scene under her neat business attire at this moment... Sweat or tears blurred her face, and her lips looked tender and rosy now, like the most delicate flowers, tempting one to pluck…
Moreover, she obliviously let out low panting sounds.
Without looking, Brandan could tell the nature of the men in the private room now.
It was only because of his presence that they dared not lay their hands on her.
He was certain, if he showed the slightest indifference now, Iris could be skinned and devoured by these people in the next second.
Thinking of that scene, he felt a little uncomfortable for some reason.
He truly didn't mean to kill her, just wanted to teach her a lesson, so she wouldn't dare cling to him anymore.
"Brandan," Viola Harris also advised hypocritically beside him, "that's enough, don't cause a death."
She had had enough of this spectacle.
If something happened to Iris here, it would be hard for both the Harris family and Hyde Residence to explain, not to mention it would damage her own reputation. She was, after all, present in the private room. How bad would it sound if she didn't save her own sister?
Brandan glanced at her, said nothing, just nodded slightly to Alex Hawk.
Alex exhaled a breath of relief, genuinely fearing that Brandan was set on dealing harshly with Iris and wanted to end her life here.
He hurried to call 120, and as he was dialing, the door of the private room suddenly swung open.
A tall and slender figure appeared at the doorway.
It was a man with an exceedingly exquisite and beautiful face.
If Brandan's beauty was like a sharp sword piercing one's heart, filled with icy sharpness, then the man in front had a face that was like a misty landscape painting, beautifully elegant yet with a cold aloof distance.
His skin was a sickly pale; under his fine black hair, a pair of light-colored eyes flickered with a lifeless gleam, appearing somewhat empty and cold, seeming distant from the world of humans.
The man's sudden appearance left everyone in the room momentarily stunned, partly due to his stunning and shocking visage, and partly owing to the extraordinarily unique air about him, setting him apart from ordinary folks.
"You..."
Alex assumed he was mistaken, but to his surprise, the man glanced around at the doorway, then proceeded straight in, walked to Iris's side, took off his black overcoat, and draped it over her, before picking up Iris, and leaving silently with her in his arms.
It wasn't until after they left that everyone in the private room recovered their senses.
"Brandan, who was that?"
Alex turned his head, asking in some bewilderment.
Such remarkable and unique demeanor clearly wasn't nurtured by an ordinary family, did Iris know him?
"Ha..." Viola Harris chuckled softly, "Could it be my sister's lover? Or rather, my sister's antidote then..." Her laughter grew a bit more suggestive.
Iris took that kind of substance, and with a man taking her away, it really led people to think along those lines.