Chapter 129: He actually wanted to kill his own son?

At the lakeside, the bodyguards respectfully bowed their heads and courteously escorted her into the bridge corridor, leading her all the way to the pavilion in the center of the lake.

The pavilion was situated in the middle of the lake, with a gentle breeze and a refreshing atmosphere. The view was also very expansive.

Heloise, holding a book, walked over. As she approached, she saw a middle-aged man sitting in the center of the pavilion.

The man was well-dressed, with a commanding presence. Despite being in his middle years, his features remained profound and handsome. He hooked his lips when he looked at her, but there was a hint of sharpness in his expression.

His silhouette bore some resemblance to Reginald, but Reginald's eyes were a deep gray, while this man's eyes were jet black.

Heloise had seen his photo when she was checking the Wordsworth’s Consortium records. He was Ryan Wordsworth, the former president of the Wordsworth’s