The Third Person’s POV
In the drawing room, the housekeeper and the Lord looked at the three unconscious people on the dining table and let out a long breath.
"My Lord, what should we do?"
The butler, who had been standing silently behind the Lord as a backdrop, nervously questioned Clair as he carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead with the kerchief on his chest. His whole body seemed strained by the strain.
"Just give them the woman. Just follow our rules."
Clair touched his beard, his fat eyes gleaming, and looked at the two men lying on the table, "I don't feel so good, especially the one who doesn't talk much..."
The housekeeper could not help looking at the tall, dark-haired figure. Although he had fainted, the housekeeper remembered the man's threatening, overbearing gaze
