C138 It Was the Power of Evil

I held the card and looked at the words on it. My entire body trembled.

I had been to Carlton's office a few times and had seen his handwriting. In my memory, his handwriting was like this.

It was a bit more sloppy than calligraphy, but it was also a bit more standard. It was not a body language, but a wild and unruly style.

Of course, I was not an expert in handwriting