On the second touch, she was like the rare gems. She had provided him with everything he required. He received and absorbed genuine life energy. It made him feel so much better.
Zeryon was discharged from the hospital. He headed to the parking lot and found Vargas standing beside his luxurious black car.
Vargas immediately opened the door, then Zeryon rushed in. He was unbottoning her black shirt and change into the new one.
The loyal servant took the position to drive the luxury car. His feet was ready on the gas and his hands was turning the wheel.
"Declan Whitelock just called me because you didn't answer his call," Vargas explained as he pulled the car out of the parking lot.
What exactly did he say?" Zeryon asked curiously.
"You've been given the task of cleaning the floor of the car incident. We'll go there right now."
"Why me? Many other demons are capable of doing so."
"Maybe to prove your loyalty?"
