"Back to the villa." The deep, calm words responded simply.
Occasionally, the car headlights on the roadside flashed through the carriage, intermittently illuminating the face of the man sitting in the back of the car.
With long, sharp eyebrows and obsidian-like dark eyes, his thin lips slightly pursed, the whole person exuded an air of noble grace, expressionless, with a presence as indifferently elegant as flowing water.
Not sharp, nor fierce, but gives a sense of distance, as if rejecting people from thousands of miles away.
The car finally stopped outside a villa with a classical style, the headlights swung past, lighting up the villa hidden in the darkness.
The assistant got out of the car and respectfully opened the door of the rear seat. A tall and straight figure emerged from the car, casting a faint glance towards the villa.
The assistant looked at the pitch-black villa and shuddered internally.
