Lucifer nodded with satisfaction, very good, this is his Cecilia.
He raised his hand, gently ruffling her head, his deep blue eyes filled with doting affection, "There are plenty of guards, if any ignorant fellow dares to defy you, feel free to punish them, we have enough people."
"I won't be polite with you." Sophie smiled, lowering her head to touch the little yellow duck in her palm.
Where on earth did Gaby find this poor little fellow?
On this side of the compartment, the atmosphere was harmonious, while on the other side, at the manor entrance, Thomas Shannon's tall, upright figure leaned slantingly against the car door, a lit cigarette clamped between his slender fingertips.
A faint smoke lingered around him, further highlighting that cold, stern face that warned strangers away.
Impatiently taking a deep drag of the cigarette, Thomas Shannon turned his head and looked at Charlie River beside him, "Where are they?"
"Young Master, they haven't come out yet."
