Chapter 230

"Of course I remember. You're my bro—how could I not?" Prescott Ellington let out a low chuckle, but his dark eyes were cold as stone when they glanced at Paul Hartwell. Paul froze up, his smile faltering in an instant. The man sitting in front of them… this wasn't the Prescott they knew. "What’s with those looks on your faces?" Prescott narrowed his eyes dangerously on the couch, his gaze sweeping across them with a chill that made the air feel heavier. The room was drowning in that icy pressure. "Prescott, your condition isn’t looking good. I need to run a few checks," Theron said coolly, his emotionless tone slicing through the tension like a knife. He walked toward Prescott with a piece of equipment in hand. Paul subtly caught Theron’s sleeve, clearly worried—Prescott’s sudden change was freaking him out. No one knew what he'd do. Theron shot Paul a sideways glance. "Let go." Prescott casually caught the little interaction, and his gaze darkened, locked hard on Paul. The cold, almo