Chapter 40 Old Master Lewis Falls Ill Again

No one responded.

Inside, there was an eerie silence.

The vast study was shrouded in darkness, with gusts of cold wind blowing through.

This strange atmosphere persisted for an unknown length of time. Wyatt Lewis cocked his head, his gaze fixed on the tightly locked door, moving inch by inch toward it. Then, with the swiftness of a thunderclap, he rushed out of the study, leaning against the door and gasping for air.

He felt as if he had survived a great peril.

He was in there for less than a minute and felt all his blood freeze from the chill inside. Any later and he would have been a goner.

It was too terrifying, too terrifying.

"Thomas, who the hell pissed off my brother? It's been a long time since I've seen him this angry." Just thinking about the times his brother beat him up was scary enough; whoever provoked his brother must be dead by now.

"Uh..." Thomas hesitated, unsure of what to say.