Old gentlemen in the base

"Butler Fu, why are you just answering now?" Dominic's face turned sour as he finally reached someone from the ancestral home. "What happening in there?"

"I'm sorry, Young Master," expressed Butler Fu. "I was running an errand for the Old Madam and everyone already resigned to bed."

Dominic arched a brow and glanced at his wristwatch. It was almost midnight, which explained why everyone resigned to their beds. Dominic pinched the bridge of his nose. 

"Did something happen in there?" he asked. "How was Grandma?"

"Uhm."

Deep lines appeared between Dominic's brows, his eyes glinting. "What happened?"

"The Old Madam called for me a few minutes ago and… someone's in her room."

"Who?"

"We are not sure yet." Butler Fu gazed at the bodyguards tying up the woman they found unconscious in the Old Madam's bedroom. "The Old Madam is fine, though. She only told us to tie up the lady because someone else will pick her up."

"Someone else?"