‘Young Master, there are experienced shadow guards watching over this mansion. They'll notice our presence if we get closer; we can only watch the young master from a distance.’
Upon reading the text from his guard, Prothero's brows knitted into a deep frown.
Shadow guards are watching over this mansion. Prothero had also noticed them, but he didn't expect them to be that experienced.
Who was being watched over by shadow guards—experienced shadow guards that could even threaten his own guards? He really wanted to know.
‘Who?’ Prothero typed without watching his steps.
‘Young Master Hayden.' The guard quickly typed back.
Prothero's brows furrowed in confusion upon hearing Hayden. He suddenly recalled that that angry blond youth who went to the kitchen to cook was called Hayden. Prothero's eyes narrowed immediately, and he texted back. ‘Identity?’
‘Secret identity: son of Ethan. None of his friends know, including young master Simon.’
