"Alright, dear, if you don't want to go back to Country F, then you don't have to for now."
Lucifer helplessly put a hand to his forehead; he truly had no control over her.
In the end, it concluded with Lucifer's compromise.
...
"Young Master, she has already escaped!"
Charlie River approached Thomas Shannon, looking serious. "We found a fast-descending rope in a guest room. They must have rappelled down from the window directly to the north gate. There's a surveillance dead end there. That's where they left."
The man sitting on the hotel lobby sofa looked as dark as water, his cold eyes even more frightening.
A cigarette was held between his fingertips, its wisps of smoke gracefully billowing upwards.
The handsome face behind the smoke was faint and dreamlike.
Charlie River couldn't discern his thoughts and warily asked, "Young Master, their first thought now will be to leave here instantly. Should we set up a roadblock?"
