It's Fine As Long As Lila Likes Her

Late into the night, Quan Manor.

Alan lay across his sofa as he drank from the wine glass in his hand. On his body was a set of thin pyjamas, but the heater was not on in the room.

The old housekeeper scurried into the room with a fluffy blanket, "Young Master, it's cold..."

"Have you found Chantel yet?" Alan asked with his eyes half-closed as he lifted the wine glass to his lips. His actions had an evil vibe to them, making him hard not to attract attention.

"No. The Second Miss seems to have disappeared into thin air. We've looked all over Beijing and can't find her," the old housekeeper replied. "Young Master, why don't we..."

"Get out," Alan knew what the old housekeeper wanted to say, so these two words left his lips coldly. "Others may not know, but you are well aware of what Chantel means to me."

The old housekeeper sighed before he replied, "I will keep looking for her. Hopefully, the Madam and the Master don't discover anything."