"Master, please let me go."
Harry North kneeled on the ground in fear, he really didn't want to go 'touring' in Africa, didn't want to become 'Dark' North at all.
"Yet you still stare." Lucas Knight's gaze was cold and indifferent. Was it really that nice to look at?
From the moment he appeared, he was fixated on those abs!
Why wouldn't Lucas Knight's expression be cold?
Damn it, if that little thing could stare at him like Harry North did, he wouldn't worry so much about her running away.
Honestly, he felt like this was a bit cowardly, pathetic, really pathetic!
"Call Sovereign Empire over there, ask if she has eaten tonight."
"Yes." Harry North politely picked up the phone, found Aunt Fang's number, and dialed it.
...
Lucas Knight sat on the sofa, and after Harry North finished the call, he came in to report: "Emperor Lucas, I got through... Aunt Fang said Miss Eva Nightingale hasn't come home."
"..." Lucas Knight's eyes suddenly turned colder.
Not home?
