Piers' Mansion.
It had been three days. Brandon Piers tossed and turned, struggling with insomnia, dark circles forming under his beautiful lower lashes, marring his looks.
Pullan was very worried.
He immediately reported the matter to the old master.
The old master was distraught.
How could his grandson have insomnia? Could he be troubled by something?
He knew very well that this kid had been dangerously cunning since his teenage years, never showing mercy to those he tricked.
Insomnia? Impossible.
But now, he'd been struggling with insomnia for three consecutive days. Was it a moral decline or... sorry, wrong line!
So what exactly happened? The old master, mixed with surprise and deep worry, looked at Pullan and asked, "You said Brandon has been experiencing insomnia since he came out of Abigail's room three days ago?"
Pullan nodded seriously, "Yes, that's right."
"This... Did they have an argument?" The old master speculated.
