Although they found food and water, it could only last for one day. What would they do after tomorrow?
"Let’s go. We need to find a place to sit and rest for a while." Thomas Shannon led her behind a relatively high sand dune.
Behind the sand dune, there was shade.
Thomas Shannon settled Sophie Sullivan in the shade, then lay down himself.
Sophie Sullivan hugged her knees, resting her chin on them, enjoying the coolness of this mont.
Now, she could only pray that the bodyguards outside the desert would discover Thomas Shannon was missing and co to rescue them imdiately.
Otherwise, in this vast desert, with no sense of direction and no food, they were in real danger.
「Country F.」
"Master." The attendant knocked on the door from outside the art studio.
Lucifer, who was engrossed in his painting, said indifferently, "Co in."
The attendant pushed open the door and entered the art studio, where paintings of various sizes were neatly arranged.
Without exception, all the portraits were of the beautiful Miss Cecilia Branford.
At this mont, Lucifer was working on an oil painting, adding a touch of vibrant red to Cecilia’s lips.
"Master, Miss Cecilia Branford’s Gaby is definitely not in Onassis Old Castle. The servants are very tight-lipped, so our people don’t dare to ask too openly for fear of alerting them."
The man’s androgynous, sinister face held a faint, mocking expression. "If Gaby isn’t there, it only further proves that the woman in Onassis Old Castle is not Cecilia."
"Master, what do you plan to do then?"
Lucifer put down his color palette and paintbrush. He stood up, stepped back, and stroked his chin with one hand, staring deeply at the portrait of Cecilia Branford. Then, a wicked smile touched the corners of his lips. "Of course, I must find my Cecilia first. Only then can I properly teach those who bullied her a lesson."
"Yes, Master! We will find Miss Cecilia Branford’s whereabouts as soon as possible."
Lucifer took a few steps forward, approaching the drawing board. He picked up the paintbrush and added a few more strokes to the waterfall-like cascade of long hair.
The stunning beauty in the portrait seed to grow even more languid.
"Don’t forget about Gaby."
The attendant nodded respectfully. "I will rember, Master."
Sitting before the drawing board, Lucifer gazed at the Cecilia Branford he had painted and sighed wistfully, Cecilia, where on earth are you...
The man lowered his eyelids; his long, curved eyelashes were enough to make any woman envious.
His gaze burned as he stared at the portrait of Cecilia. After a long mont, he finally rose and left.
He strode on long legs towards the study room.
Sitting in the boss chair behind his desk, Lucifer tapped his fingers absently on the table surface, his finely-drawn eyebrows furrowed. "We can’t waste any more ti. Contact the K Group imdiately. The precondition is that I will only speak with Thomas Shannon."
"Master, if the Duke finds out that you are doing this..."
Before the attendant could finish, Lucifer raised a hand, cutting him off. "Shut up! This matter must be kept secret. Not a single piece of information is to be leaked. Understand?"
The attendant dared not object and nodded respectfully. "Yes, Master."
Lucifer stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, his gaze fixed on the distant skyline.
The smile on his lips was cold and profound.
Following Lucifer’s instructions, the attendant imdiately dispatched n to make contact with the K Group.
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