"Master, we brought her back." Denis came forward.
Dudian nodded slightly and went upstairs: "Take her to my study room."
"Yes, young master." Denis nodded.
It didn't take long for Denis to bring Ivette into Dudian's study room: "Master, anything else?"
"You should go back and order others to retreat too. Nobody should stay close to the room and disturb us." Dudian sat in the sofa and poured tea for two.
Denis nodded and gently closed the door. Ivette and Dudian were only two left in the study room.
Dudian glanced at Ivette. He saw that her face was numb, her eyes full. She was standing still. He smiled and said in English: "Come over, sit."
Ivette was expressionless like a tree.
Dudian's eyebrows wrinkled as he got up and walked to stop in front of her. He raised his hands to shook in front of her. Suddenly, Ivette shot at Dudian and tried to lock onto his throat.
