Inside the Count Vinlig mansion, an eerie stillness had settled.
The usual hustle had all but disappeared, leaving an odd silence in its wake as the servants observed the young master's unusual, withdrawn demeanor, which puzzled them.
Lucian reclined under a tree, his stocky frame leaning back against the trunk while he leafed through a book. His eyes, ignoring the glares of mates from the distance, remained focused on the pages of the book, 'Lulu Crimwell.'
Due to his less-than-athletic physique, he couldn't quite sit cross-legged, so he opted to stretch his legs out, holding the book in both hands as he scanned its contents.
According to his survival manual, the circumstances surrounding him were bleak, no two ways about it.
Worse yet, he realized that the very woman who had tried to take his life was still pulling strings, using him to further her own gains.