Anton Cook turned his head: "But what about Sheila...."
Charlotte Aria spoke in a soft voice: "Mr. Cook, rest assured, this is the Aria's residence, the two young friends will be fine."
Before she left, she glanced at the servant standing at the stone table with his back to everyone: "Take good care of Miss Cook and Mr. Lewis, understand?"
The man responded affirmatively in a very hoarse voice, and Charlotte didn't care, turning to lead the others away.
Larisa Dankworth, who had no sense of existence at all, was last in line, pursing her lips and quietly falling back at the corner.
Her target was neither Anton Cook, nor Isaac White, there was no need to waste her time on these people.
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The wind and snow fell thick and fast, the world was a vast expanse of white, red lanterns hung under the corridors, reflecting a muted red light onto the white snow, swaying, like someone's spring dream.
