The bodyguard in black immediately turned the tables, "The young master was kidnapped by her. If it weren't for her, the young master wouldn't have passed out."
Mr. De La was visibly startled when he saw the young girl's face.
"You..."
The young man's eyes flickered. He stepped forward, crouching down with a gentle smile.
"Little girl, why are you alone? Where are your family members?"
The closer he looked at her face, the deeper the astonishment in his eyes.
She resembled the young master far too much.
Except for her hair color and eyes, every other feature was almost identical to the young master—like they were twins.
The young girl's eyes were pitch-black and dazzling, underneath the innocence was an unsettling calmness, giving one an eerie sensation.
She looked him straight in the eye, showing no fear, no timidity—almost as if their souls were having a conversation like equals.
"I have no family."
