Chapter 368

“Bang!” The loud crash made Matthew Drake’s face instantly cloud over. He shot a sharp look toward the source of the noise, only to see Jonathan Drake storming in with a grim look. “Young Master, Vivian Grant is here. She... she just ripped the villa gate straight off—with her bare hands!” Vivian Grant? She tore down the gate? With her hands? The coldness in Matthew’s eyes morphed into something... complicated. He frowned slightly, but before he could say a word, Vivian walked in from outside, looking like an ice queen. His men—one by one—backed off, clearly not daring to lay a hand on her. Obviously, since she was the only hope left for Grace Drake’s recovery, without Matthew’s direct order, no one dared to stop her. “Young Master...” Jonathan’s face turned even paler. If it weren’t for the fact that Miss Grace was poisoned, when would the Drakes ever put up with this kind of attitude from a woman? Matthew simply raised a hand and waved it back. Immediately, his men stepped aside and