The silver mask, terrifyingly hollow at the eyes, emitted an eerie darkness in the light.
The woman wore a set of tight black clothing, its style was cool and it invisibly added to her aura, with business-like black high heels on her feet.
Her steps made a clicking sound as she walked.
The others glanced at the woman's shoes; in this line of work, few women wore high heels, as they weren't convenient for fighting.
This Second Young Master, while possessing a somewhat commanding presence, seemed to lack martial skills.
Compared to Susan Rowan, she lacked a certain sharp and fierce edge.
Out of respect for her status, they greeted her in unison, "Young Master."
The woman spoke, her tone icy, "Why aren't you taking action?"
Susan Rowan's expression was cold and unfluctuating, "Have you heard of The Grid?"
The woman looked at Susan Rowan, the mask's eye holes were eerie up close, "What about it?"
