Justin was completely unaware, as she leaned forward, her round, snow-white chest fully displayed in Ackman's eyes.
Ackman raised an eyebrow, couldn't help but take a few more glances, as a nameless evil fire ignited within him.
After Justin turned away, that snow-white sight disappeared.
Only then did Ackman smack his lips and walk towards the nearby staircase.
Arriving at the familiar double wooden doors on the third floor.
Ackman stopped, and listened carefully.
To Ackman's surprise, this time he didn't hear any obscene words.
Ackman gently knocked on the wooden door a few times, "Master."
There was no sound coming from the room.
Ackman looked at the two followers guarding the door and asked, "Has the master gone out?"
Upon hearing this, one of the guards hurriedly explained, "Chief Attendant, the master hasn't gone out... perhaps he is resting?"
Ackman frowned and knocked on the wooden door a few more times.
"Master, it's Ackman, I've returned."
