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Saint deliberately pushed the topic. He was secretly examining Lucas and how his words were playing with Lucas. Were his words having a favorable impact on Lucas or not was being examined by Saint.

Saint had a small smile popping up when he could see Lucas' face hardening. His face had a different darkness to it as he clenched his jaw tightly. His eyebrows were tightly arched and his lips were aligned in a straight line. Inside his mouth, his teeth were roughly clenched against each other and he would grind them in anger now and then. His eyes were wide and his red eyeballs sparkled a dangerous shade of red color and anybody would get scared of seeing those red glowy eyes that would make one feel as if the arrows of fireballs were shot out from them aiming at the person where the glare was aimed at and burning them alive. Lucas' face was grappled in such a hard manner that the vein of his forehead was throbbing. He said in his mind with a blasting anger, "How the f*ck can someone tou