"Put me down!" At first, Tara Summer could still punch and kick, shouting her lungs out, but after being carried for a stretch, her head felt dizzier and dizzier, as if all the blood in her body had rushed straight to her brain. "Let... me down..."
Her voice gradually softened, but in her heart she kept cursing: Damn it! Blood rushing to the brain! My head's about to explode!
Liam Yancey's handsome face was dark, as if he couldn't hear her cries. He carried her all the way up to the sixth floor. The Yancey Family's Villa House had an elevator, but he took the stairs instead. The commotion drew the attention of the servants on duty.
"Young Master."
"Young Master..."
"Young Master, do you require anything?" Even Fierce Eagle, whom Liam Yancey had sent off to rest, rushed over respectfully to follow behind him.
"Get out!" Liam Yancey growled, his handsome face stormy.
