Kapitel 93: 018 Dog and Wolf

Out of her mind for just this moment, Chad immediately came back to her senses and, overwhelmed with shame at this underhanded and obscene thought in her mind, looked down at the tips of her shoes.

She felt so damned. 

But she didn't know that the Duke of Orville, who was holding a small sheepskin whip across the street, appeared to be very serious on the outside right now, but what was in his heart was much dirtier than her.

Just then, Chad suddenly heard footsteps.

In the next moment, Lionel stood half an arm's length away from Orville's side, and reported without slanting his eyes, "Your Highness, Marshal Osborn-Denial of the Third City Legion is here."

"What is he doing here?" Orville dropped the small lambskin whip in his hand on the table with a muffled thud, "Not to be seen."