In the magnificent pce, L, who was dressed in a thin nightgown,y on the bed with silk sheets slightly pulled down, revealing her shoulders. L''s sleeping face was peaceful, and her eyshes were fluttering like butterfly wings. The next moment, L slowly woke up and recalled the morning''s intimate moments with Sylvester as her face instantly flushed. She tried to move and felt a soreness from her waist. ming Sylvester in her mind several times, she massaged her waist for a while before sitting up in bed.


    Looking around, she couldn''t find Sylvester. Puzzled, L murmured to herself, "Sylvester must be unfamiliar with this ce." Worried, she got out of bed, freshened up, changed into a pink chiffon dress, and headed downstairs. The servants were cleaning inside, and the dining table was filled with her favorite foods. As L descended, the servants respectfully greeted her, "Miss Edwards."


    Looking around and still not seeing Sylvester, she asked, "Where is Sylvester?" The servants naturally knew who L was referring to and replied, "Mrs. Lambert''s subordinate, Hailey, came to look for him this morning, and he went out with Hailey."


    ''It was Hailey. Why did Philip call for Sylvester?'' Worried, L didn''t believe that the uncles from the Divine Doctor Association were kind enough to invite him over. She had witnessed their ruthless methods against enemies. Moreover, they were very fond of her, and seeing her in a rtionship with Sylvester, they might try to test him. But the way they would test him might be indeed very ruthless.


    Thinking of this, L''s face changed dramatically, and she hurried towards the pce. The servants behind her shouted, "Miss Edwards, you should have breakfast first." But L waved her hand and disappeared in an instant. Ten minutester, the door of the top-floor elevator slowly opened. Sylvester''s tall figure emerged from the elevator, dragged the bruised and swollen Lloyd with his right hand, and strode out arrogantly. Philip and Martin have already seen what happened on the screen just now. It was truly a fierce battle. They had never seen Lloyd beaten so badly.


    Although Lloyd''s face was swollen from the beating, Sylvester had also sustained some injuries. He had coughed up blood during the fight, leaving a crimson stain at the corner of his mouth and on his chest. The wound on his back from the previous night had reopened due to the intense battle, and blood seeped out, staining his clothes red.


    Despite this, Sylvester showed no signs of distress. His handsome face, entuated by the blood, resembled a king returning from the battlefield, exuding an overwhelming aura. Sylvester raised his eyes and released his grip on Lloyd''s cor as he walked towards Philip.


    Lloyd, assisted by Martin, looked at Sylvester''s tall figure and said, "Your martial skills impressed me. Could you tell me where you learned those techniques?"


    Although Lloyd was skilled in medicine, he was an enthusiast for martial arts throughout his life. He had great respect for those who had experience in the field of martial arts. Martin, watching Lloyd, knew that Sylvester had won Lloyd''s admiration.


    However, Martin failed to notice that deep down, he was also starting to admire this man whom he had initially underestimated.


    Sylvester paid no attention to Lloyd and stood before Philip. His amber eyes, as cold as a hawk''s, stared intently at Philip. His expression was restrained, and said with a chill in his eyes, "Are you satisfied with my show?"