First Special District.
Harry North knelt on the ground, reporting: "Crown Prince, today Miss Eva Nightingale is in a good mood. She asked me to send her greetings to you and said thank you."
Lucas Knight was sitting on the sofa, his back lazily leaning against the sofa chair back, with his long legs crossed, looking extremely relaxed and casual.
But his whole body exuded an aura of abstinence, a warning for strangers to keep their distance.
He curled his lips in a charming yet sinister smile, hmm, thanks? That little thing, how does she plan to thank him? Besides, he doesn't lack gratitude but her kiss.
How about this? When he sees her, he should make her kiss him, tongue-kiss, how about that? Let's decide on that?
"Hmm." Lucas Knight was sparing with words, as if fearing he would be charged for speaking extra.
For some reason, Harry North seemed to detect… displeasure from the master's tone?
And a hint of silent anger?
Indeed.
No mistake.
