"Hunger strike?" The man's thin lips released two words over the phone, his voice icy; this was a sign he was about to get angry.
"Yes, Crown Prince, the maid from the island called, said she started throwing things and cursing you, demanding to see you. But after half a month of her clamor, without seeing you, she began the hunger strike."
Harry North continued, "Even the maids there reported she seems to have plans to escape, climbing towards the window in the dead of night."
"In the past half month, she attempted to escape twice but was intercepted promptly and effectively by our professional bodyguards."
Considering attempts to escape and the hunger strike, Lucas Knight listened as his gaze gradually turned cold. After a moment, his voice, cold and chilling, spoke, "Harry, keep an eye on her. Also, I need the information by 6 a.m. tomorrow."
What?!
Wasn't it just agreed that by 8 a.m. tomorrow? Why suddenly advance it by two hours? Harry was about to break down.
