Chapitre 174: Down the Cliff

"Young Master I don't think we are welcome here" One of the patrollers uttered. Judging from what they have heard, there were definitely love birds inside the shack and the way it sounded, he thought it would be best to leave the love birds alone. The thought of what was happening inside made the patroller giggle but when he saw Darryl's face—contorted with a venomous outburst— his grin faded away.

Darryl can't be wrong. It was his woman's voice echoing inside the cabin.

It was Xhemin's voice, calling off Leonardo Auclair to let her take off the boy's pants personally.

What exactly are they doing?

Was Xhemin too drunk or was she drugged?

Hell! What did Leonardo Auclair do with her that she was acting outlandishly?

He ran his hand through his hair, gripped through the short strands of it frustrated and fixed his hard gaze at the shack's wood door. The fact that Xhemin was alone with the Auclair's heir inside that four cornered property— made Darryl lose all his propriety!