Back at his house, Derek had been let off the legal hook.

Obviously, he was not found guilty of any crime.

And Ciel also saw to it that he was released.

He does not appear like a threat, atleast for the mean time.

He stood in the doorway of his private bar, with his shoulders hunched.

His clothes was disheveled.

The polished floors of the room reflected the sad state of this face.

His eyes were hollow, his voice sounded like a whisper when he finally spoke.

“I know everything, Evelyn.”

She didn’t flinch.

She was already seated on the edge of the velvet couch, hands clasped tightly in her...