"Take Lord Shaw down." His tone was lazy as he spoke, "Escort him properly, don't neglect him."
As soon as he finished speaking, bodyguards quickly approached, leading them towards the direction of the basement.
Philip Shaw slowly retracted his gaze. He didn't look back at Aldana Candi, only tightened his fingers, with a hint of gloom in his expression.
"Young Master, your wound..." Angela Summer followed closely behind him, anxiously stepping forward and softly asked, "Do you want someone to treat it first?"
Philip Shaw did not stop his steps, his tone cool, "In a place like this, do you really think that person will play the part of a good host and call a doctor for you?"
Angela Summer realized his point, feeling a bit ashamed: "He seemed so agreeable... I was too trusting. And he said he'd let us go..."
Philip Shaw's gaze darkened with coldness, "That's not something to be taken lightly."
