"Don't kill him." The man's stern face was hidden in the night, and he gave a heavy command.
Yeats Howard opened his mouth. His uncle was so ruthless; he thought just a couple of kicks would suffice. Well, being the Demon King Hun, he'd better let it go.
"Get out." Ignatius Leclair gave Yeats Howard a cold glance.
Yeats Howard immediately obediently left the courtyard, looked at Delphine who was frightened pale by his uncle, and sheepishly smiled, "Uncle, you scared the girl."
Maximilian had someone tie up Mr. Zhao, who didn't know what was good for him, and quickly dragged Yeats away.
In the large courtyard, only the two of them remained.
Ignatius saw her body stiffen, not daring to move. Her beautiful big eyes were filled with undisguised fear. They were so close that he could smell the long-missed faint fragrance, the touch of softness in his palm, unlike the coldness of the night.
