Chapter 117: Massage to Remove Scars!

At that moment, the world fell silent. On the day of the Southeast Marquis's sixtieth birthday celebration, tragedy struck-heads rolled and blood splattered into the sky. That scene burned itself into everyone's memory-unforgettable and haunting. "Charles, stay here and take care of the aftermath," Allan Dalton instructed. "Yes, Master!" Charles Clarke promptly replied. "Lydia, let's go home," Allan said as he took Lydia's hand. Her hand was cold-she was clearly still shaken. "Okay," Lydia nodded...