In the Manor, both young counts likewise held command authority.
The bodyguards dared not defy their orders, so they simply opened the large iron gate.
You little brat, you've got quite the mouth on you!
Hearing Gepard Walker's voice, Childa merely turned her face and pursed her lips.
Although she had already suffered at the hands of the two children once, Childa still didn't take them very seriously, merely thinking she had been too careless the night before.
A four-or-five-year-old kid, surely she could handle one?!?
Sitting in the car, driving through the duke's gates, Childa lifted her face and looked at the Castle mansion not far away, her lips curving slightly upward.
Tonight, one way or another, she had to take down Mr. Duke.
As the car was entering the Manor, Gepard Walker and Perry Walker had already turned their horses and were galloping toward the Castle.
