Baron Stuart sat in the back seat with a cold expression, looking at the three people entering the colorful Porsche through the outside rearview mirror.
His eyes were cold, all the anger long gone, even the deep-rooted rage vanished at this moment.
Seeing his back stained red with blood, Clayton Howard didn't dare to pause for a moment, starting the car and immediately heading toward the hospital.
"Go back to the Stuart manor," Baron calmly spoke up midway, his eyes cold throughout.
Half an hour later, the black Bentley arrived at the Stuart Manor. At this moment, a red sports car was accompanying them into the grand courtyard.
Clayton glanced at the driver's seat of the red sports car and looked back at Baron Stuart in the rear seat through the rearview mirror. He whispered softly, "It's Lady Walker."
In the back seat, Baron Stuart had no expression at all, his face cold as ice.
