The man behind the desk glanced at the report card on the table, his already cold expression appearing even more stern.
He spoke, his voice low and icy: "This is the military compound, not the Lucas family. From now on, do not call me young master."
Ben Lucas was displeased, his tone colder than usual.
Having followed him since childhood, Chester could easily discern his mood.
'He' hesitated with his breath, wanting to say something, but feeling the chill emanating from the man, he dared not disobey: "Yes, Ma... Major General."
While speaking, Chester lifted his gaze again, glancing quickly through his bangs before hurriedly withdrawing his sight.
Chester often stole glances at the young master like this, but due to the fear of revealing too many emotions, he usually only dared to look for a second.
At these times, 'he' felt thankful, thankful for intentionally growing his bangs long enough to shield his eyes, preventing the young master from easily noticing.
