The man's wispy fringe lay damply on his forehead, revealing his handsome face. The extravagant black silk pajamas accentuated his tall and attractive figure, with him exuding a cold aura.
As Lu Yeming stood in front of the bar counter, he opened a bottle of vintage red wine, pouring a little into a tall wine glass. He sipped the wine nonchalantly and the rich taste of the red wine spread in his mouth.
Just then, there were two knocks on the door, followed by his trusted right-hand man, Fan Men's voice. "Duke."
"Come in."
The door opened and Fan Men entered.
"Duke, the duel will happen in three days, but we are still unable to locate Third Young Miss Jun's whereabouts."
Lu Yeming turned around and perched himself slightly on the counter, his deep almond-shaped eyes glancing at Fan Men. "No need. She's already here."
What?
Fan Men stared at Lu Yeming in shock.
