The old butler furrowed his brows, "Lady Lillian, please restrain your dog immediately!"
Lillian shrugged, "I'll give it a shot!"
Turning around, she put her fingers to her lips and blew a shrill whistle.
This was not a command to Satan to stop, but a clear order to kill.
Satan received the order and immediately showed its savage nature. Its black fur stood all the way up, it bared its sharp teeth, and growled as it slowly advanced towards Ivana Bennett.
"Oh dear!" Lillian shrugged, "Satan seems to not like her and isn't listening to me at all!"
The old butler saw through her panic immediately. He sternly said, "Lady Lillian, Miss Bennett is the Earl's most considerate guest. It would be best if your dog doesn't hurt her."
Lillian looked nonchalant, "Are you threatening me, Mr. Butler?"
"Meow!"
Little Snowball, hiding behind the flower vase on the dining table, saw the rabid dog approaching and shrunk back in terror.
