"Alright."
Back at the manor, the Duchess warmly hugged Sophie Sullivan, "Dear Cecilia, it must have been a tiresome journey."
Sophie was about to say it wasn't tiring, but the Duchess took her hand and led her into the restaurant, letting her sit down, "Look, our Cecilia has gotten thinner, she definitely needs some good nourishment."
Gaby saw Harry and quickly went into combat mode.
Harry screamed miserably, flailing his limbs and fleeing everywhere, chased by Gaby whose little bell around his neck kept shaking, producing crisp jingling sounds.
...
Hotel.
The black cloth bag was removed from the head.
Andres suddenly closed his eyes, and when he adjusted to the light in front, he slowly opened them.
Seeing the man sitting casually on the sofa, holding a cigarette in one hand, lazily puffing smoke rings, he was stunned for quite a while, then accompanied by a smile, asked, "Young Master Shannon, what does this mean?"
"Andres, don't you know what I mean?"
