Griffith sped all the way in his car to the Leclair Manor, kicking aside a few oblivious guards. His heavy military boots crushed the frost-covered grass as he headed straight for the main hall.
The man had clearly left in such a hurry that he had casually thrown on a russet long coat, its wide collar exposing an alluring glimpse of his refined clavicle. Beneath his strikingly handsome features, his impossibly straight long legs carried him into the hall, where he lazily smiled and remarked, "Such a lively scene. Seems I've shown up at just the right time."
Griffith's gaze swept the room before he strode directly to Delphine, pulling her behind him with a long arm. His charming, roguish eyes glinted as he smiled faintly, "Carry on, don't mind me."
