Weaker and weaker, even Ivy couldn't get past the two female officers.
Ivy just can do one thing, cry louder and louder, without any sympathy from the two female officers.
Well, maybe there is, considering that Ivy also comes from a noble family, but what can these two do apart from obeying all the orders from James? There isn't any.
James was the husband of the woman who was wailing in her bed, as well as an aristocrat, and above all, James was their commander. That meant whether they liked it or not, they had to do whatever James ordered, or they'd be punished badly if they dared to argue.
James stepped half hastily towards a vehicle parked on the left side of his residence. He activates the gadget on his left wrist.
Beep!
"Theodor," he said as he touched the earphone in his left ear. "Are you there?"
"James. Where are you, man?"
