Steer Them Away

The entire vicinity was pitch black with no source of light. It was so dark that if one tried to look in the dark, one couldn't see one's fingers.

Prothero's back straightened and his eyes cold, his whole figure blending with the darkness. "How did he take it?" His voice sounded cold and rough, but if one listened to it patiently, one wouldn't fail to catch the softness and warmth pervading his voice.

The guard's gaze fell on Simon, who was joking around with the guys, and he truthfully replied, "Young Master Simon isn't worried about Young Master's absence. Truthfully, it's as if meeting the Young Master is a bad memory he has forgotten."

The guard patiently reported, but even after 5 minutes, all he received was silence. "Young Master?" He called to confirm that Prothero was still there.

Prothero's eyes were glazed, and his face was blank, making one unable to fathom what he was thinking. He leaned against the wall. "Protect him until I return—"

"Yes, boss." The bodyguard respectfu