The Butler led Lucifer to a luxurious living room. Two men were sitting on a leather sofa in the living room.
One of them was the Earl of Bronte.
Although he was very old, his face was still elegant and handsome due to proper maintenance.
The malicious aura was well hidden, so it was impossible for him to be together with the man who slaughtered a street that day.
The other man looked younger, in his thirties. He was refined and had an outstanding temperament.
However, the gold-rimmed glasses he wore well concealed the madness in his eyes.
After Lucifer entered, he stood there quietly.
The butler bowed to bronte and said, “Sir, this child has been brought here.”
“Yes, you may leave.”
Bronte raised his eyelids and looked at the silent youth. The displeasure in his heart instantly spread.
He did not like this child.
He had never liked it.
If his wife had not been unable to give birth, he would not have specially brought this child back.
