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She yanked it back out and grabbed my chin, admiring her handiwork with a look of pure satisfaction. "I'll carve the words now. I'm going to choose a place where you can never hide it. I want to see how you plan on seducing Don Ariani once I'm finished destroying this face of yours." Tiziana hovered the knife over my cheek, making small, deliberate movements. She braced her wrist, ready to bear down, and was a split second away from slicing into me. It was then that the heavy, ornate doors burst open with a loud bang. A man stood in the doorway wearing a black overcoat, his features sharp and murderous, looking like a devil from hell. He held a half-burned cigar between his fingers, its glow

As Old Master’s closest aide and a large manor’s butler, he knew the situation better than anyone else. Naturally, he knew Old Master’s reasons for doing so. Before Old Master ‘lost consciousness’, he received instructions that when the Young Master arrived, he needed to observe Young Master's expression and bearing first. … Meanwhile, something else was happening at Sean Stewart’s manor. A sneaky figure walked out of the Stewart manor’s wrought-iron gate, heading a little further down the road. Both sides of the road were lined with trees. However, in just a blink of an eye, that figure vanished from the road.

"I took a chance. Julia looked over my shoulder, and waved her body in favor of music, approaching. "I know a lot about your master," she said, closing her eyes. "He used to come here with his wife, and when she died, he cut off any contact with the club. Until Madame Tracey called him to be his right arm, and that gave him space for him to take other subs. You are not the first, but you are the only one who returned to his command. They say he is one of the best for certain types of subs.

Pressured by circumstances, Clark reluctantly listened to his potential client's request, only to discover it was the Young Master who had once slandered him, nearly taking his life. Renamed Agent C, Clark recognized the face despite the Young Master's aging. Today marked their first meeting in ten years. "So, whom do you want me to eliminate?" The Young Master revealed his target: Arrendice Hart, his cousin, a significant obstacle since her mother's demise. Clark, now aware of the family's intricate turmoil, faced a moral dilemma.

“Master knows that your wife and daughter have an expert protecting them, so he’s not that foolish. Let me tell you a secret. Master has recently been infatuated with a movie star. Especially when he unintentionally saw the concert your Khanh City’s city center hosted during its opening, he was instantly captivated by that lass named Snow Fenner. “Master really likes this Snow Fenner, and you should know that the women Master likes, he would never allow anyone to taint them mentally. But this Snow girl is too popular recently, and Master can’t stop people from liking her. Since that’s the case, he’s thinking of destroying her altogether.”

Chace would have a headache every time he met with Llyod because this fellow always liked to annoy him, and he would occasionally mock him. Conversely, he would brag about himself. That was just so annoying. “The Talisman Great Master has gone into seclusion since a few days ago. That’s why my disciple hasn’t gotten his title yet. I heard he was coming out today, so I quickly came to see him. Master Hunt, are you bringing your disciple to get a title as well?”

Others may think that this is just a coincidence, but he saw Ophelia’s eyes moving around then suddenly she turned around and called them, This is no coincidence. He found it fascinating; he seemed to sense something unusual, a very unusual thing which he is very similar to. “Who are you?” He slowly asked, but no one answered. Another subordinate came and respectfully asked with his head bowed, “Master, are you going to stay here, or shall I let the people prepare a plane to return?” all a “No, we will stay here, prepare the house.” ‘Master’ ordered. This made the subordinate feel strange; despite having villas worldwide, his master preferred to stay in his home and hardly stays out. That i

- The Old Collins mansion - Nestled within the impressive Collins mansion lies a distinct residence that belongs solely to the reputable Old Master Collins. This abode serves as his personal retreat, where he spends most of his time engrossed in deep contemplation. His favorite spot in this exclusive sanctuary is his private study, a room filled with shelves of antique books and artifacts, where he often immerses himself in his work, surrounded by his treasured possessions.

This is even more making me thirst for more clues. My hunches are beginning to contrive an idea that there might be some kind of secret passage around here that connects to another place in this household for the Master to go to. This Study can't just be the only place he'd stuck his lame-booty on just to isolate himself from his servants of course. Knowing how ill-tempered he can be, the master seems to be the type of person who can't hold on staying at one place forever.

Count, he knew for a long time and is a witness not as a traitor, but as a senior eternal , the master by his name is a Spanish robber who for lack of money robbed, killed, and in the meantime learned to wield his sword, came to London with evil thoughts plot your murder and without your knowledge as an ordinary servant he makes up his mind with a vile plan, I prevent all this because I have been following his bad intentions for several months. The king fell as if he had fallen to the throne, the duke whiter than the purest white, his lips had faded, his eyes seemed fixed on a distinct spot on the marble, and the count kept the utmost calm of a witness deep in his thoughts, the knight of Pyl