As Frederick spoke, Owl Eagle noticed that the five bodyguards behind him all bowed their heads, their expressions unusually respectful and serious, their bodies tense.
He frowned, staring at the luxurious black double doors, yet heard no response from inside.
"Let him in." After a long wait, a deep and steely male voice finally came from the bedroom.
The moment he heard the voice, Owl Eagle instinctively straightened his back, his frown deepening, subconsciously feeling that this "master" inside had an imposing background.
In his heart, a strange feeling inexplicably surged.
He suppressed it firmly, without the slightest hesitation, and pushed the door open to enter.
Frederick watched the man's tall back as he gently closed the door behind him.
Owl Eagle stood at the bedroom's entrance, taking in the entire bedroom, an open-concept room of over a thousand square feet.
