658 Chapter 658: You Are Not Qualified To Worry About Me

A dark private mansion in baroque style was secluded in the surrounding mountains and lakes and hidden in the night.

It was late at night, but the light on the second floor was still on.

A slim figure was sitting on a rattan rocking chair, quietly looking out of the window, as if waiting for something.

There came a gentle tap on the door.

"Come in," the boy on the chair said lazily.

The poker-face bodyguard, Brent, came in.

He strode over to the boy and made a bow.

"Nicolo called and said Mr. Sterling just called him," he reported.

The boy nodded, drumming his fingers on the arm on the chair.

After waiting all night, it finally came.

Dylan Sterling must, on no account, be taken lightly.

He found that Nicolo had tied up Savannah so quickly.

Good, only a strong opponent deserved to play with him.

"Go on." The boy clenched his delicate fingers, and a cool light touched his beautiful eyes.