"Where I go is none of your business!"
Thomas Shannon growled, and Charlie River unwittingly became the scapegoat.
Charlie knew that the Young Master was upset at the maniac and venting his anger here, feeling wronged but unable to speak up.
He could only respond, "I'm sorry, Young Master. I overstepped."
"Hmph." With a cold snort, Thomas Shannon strode away.
He swam back and forth in the pool several times until the fire of frustration inside him was somewhat quenched.
As night falls, the last traces of sunset vanished beyond the horizon.
The landscape lights in the manor all lit up, turning the vast estate into a palace under the night sky.
The man broke through the water, the sound of water splashing, droplets rolling continuously down his well-defined chest.
The servant immediately handed him a towel and a bathrobe.
Taking the towel, he wiped the water droplets off his body, put on the bathrobe, and stepped back into the castle.
