Thinking of this, he pressed the accelerator even harder, speeding all the way back to the Hughes Family.
The car came to a steady halt in the courtyard of Hughes Manor, in his designated parking spot.
He opened the car door, stepping out with long legs, as two rows of servants neatly lined up to welcome him.
His eyes quickly scanned around, searching for his target.
She's not here? Is she really sick?
Avery Jane's body was indeed somewhat delicate. That night, he also felt Avery Jane was exhausted beyond measure, yet he couldn't control himself, as if the alcohol had completely removed his restraints.
It was a rule in the Hughes Family that whenever the master came home, all the servants had to come out and welcome him, no matter the time, and everyone had to follow this rule.
But after looking around, that little woman wasn't among them.
