Lucas Knight crossed the banquet hall and went up to the third floor. This floor was only accessible to the Family Head, and tonight he planned to stay here.
However, feeling irritable and restless, he had no intention of sleeping.
Instead, he lit a top-quality Saint Laurent cigar, held it between his thin lips, and took a few puffs.
"Crown Prince, would you like something to eat?" Harry North stood beside him, trembling as he asked.
The handsome man sat in the main seat, his deep, slender phoenix eyes filled with a gentle anger as he looked towards Harry.
For some reason, Harry felt a chill run down his spine as his master looked at him!
What's going on?
The Crown Prince was heartbroken; why was he treating him like an enemy?
"Master... I'll take my leave now." Harry didn't dare to stay any longer, fearing Lucas Knight would devour him. He originally intended to persuade his master, but to no avail. Who knew things would come to this, and the master wasn't joking this time.
