Spencer Childe was very tall, and standing before him, Tomer appeared particularly short and somewhat sheepish.
She certainly didn't dare to offend Spencer Childe, obeying his every word, not daring to utter even a breath.
Spencer Childe didn't immediately follow her but instead cast his eyes around the cemetery.
The cemetery was built lavishly, yet the whole tone was somber and desolate.
Many trees were planted in the garden, tall and lonely in the dark night.
"Master..." Tomer hesitated, wondering whether to proceed or not.
Seeing the rows of tombstones in the distance, waves surged in Spencer Childe's heart, anger and coldness rising like a tide, spreading through his body.
"Thud," he struck the ground heavily with his cane in anger!
Tomer flinched in fright.
The bodyguards, however, remained expressionless, like wooden figures.
"Bring her out," commanded Spencer Childe.
"Yes, Master." A bodyguard with an umbrella headed towards the vehicle.
