The man leaned against the pitch-black domestic car, his figure tall and slender. That bone-chilling aura actually made the inexpensive car, worth only sixty to seventy thousand, seem noble!
The blond man stood humbly and submissively before him, his head bowed as low as possible.
"Sir, that woman has passed out."
The mysterious man glanced in the direction of Katherine North, who had fainted, seemingly indifferently. Seeing her drenched and with bits of water plants stuck in her hair, looking miserable beyond belief, the man's lips gradually curved into a cruel smile.
"Find a basin of hot water, wake her up."
"Yes."
Seeing those bodyguards behaving politely, the mysterious man's slender fingers brushed his jaw, his voice icy without a trace of emotion.
"No need to be gentle."
The blond Anderson was having someone fetch hot water when he heard his master's words. He glanced sideways but didn't dare to utter a word of dissent.
