When Aria looked at these, she just felt goosebumps rise and couldn’t help but rub her arms.
Why were there so many posters and photos of Jake’s mother in Tyron’s study, and what was with those wax figures? As a nephew, why did he need to get so much stuff related to his aunt?
Unable to figure it out, Aria looked at Jake.
Jake’s face was frighteningly grim, and the cold air and low pressure emanating from his body was even more oppressive, making people breathless.
Aria knew that he was angry, very, very angry.
And yeah, who wouldn’t be pissed that a poster of their mother’s picture, and a wax figure, was put all over the room like a pervert?
She squeezed Jake’s hand, gesturing for him to calm down first and figure out why Tyron was doing this before getting angry.
Jake closed his eyes, forcibly betraying the anger inside him, and looked at Ronald, “Is there anything else besides that?”