Cyril quickly arranged for someone to prepare the carriage. Fu Shang held an umbrella and got into the carriage with a black cloak.
The coachman drove the carriage away quickly.
It was still raining outside.
The cloudy sky was like an evil witch's robe, hiding dirt and filth. It seemed like a conspiracy was brewing, or something bad was about to happen.
A well-dressed and beautiful robot stood at the door.
He still had a perfect smile on his face, but it made people feel a chill down their spines.
who was the one who molested master last night ...
"No matter who he is, he should die."
and that woman, Jessica, dared to find someone to offend master. She should die too.
Cyril turned his head.
He once again put on his clean and elegant white gloves. His movements were as if they had been measured with a ruler, and each and every one of his movements was extremely standard.
A mark appeared in his palm.
