At six o'clock in the evening, the sky was dim and dark as Victor's car stopped at the entrance of the manor.

Jack got out of the driver’s seat and hurriedly walked around to the back, opening the car door. “Mr. Shaw, Mrs. Shaw, please.”

Victor stepped out of the car, dressed in a white tailcoat, exuding an air of gentlemanly charm that was quite deceptive.

He stood tall outside the car and raised his hand. “Belle.”

Belle directly ...