The night was deep and heavy, and the ground lights at Squire Manor illuminated the shadowy depths of the verdant trees.
Ignatius Leclair stood in the night breeze, his tall and upright figure blending seamlessly with the darkness, while the daunting presence of his subordinate, Six, lingered behind him.
It was only after a long moment that the grand gates of the Squire Family creaked open.
"Mr. Leclair, our Miss requests your presence."
Ignatius moved slightly before stepping into the Squire Family's drawing room, his expression steely and imposing.
Leah descended from upstairs, wearing a provocative lace nightgown casually draped with a silk robe. Standing at the spiral staircase, her cold and strikingly beautiful face displayed blatant impatience.
Ignatius scanned the room with his gaze but did not see Delphine, causing his deep, narrow eyes to narrow further.
