Walking Away

Fortunately, such a thing would not happen. Lucille was dead, anyway. Madam Stewart looked away arrogantly and left in her high heels. After the crisis was resolved, Master Walton finally heaved a sigh of relief. Lucille turned around and said to Connor, "Thank you." No matter what, Connor had helped her out. "You're welcome." Connor glanced at Lucille and raised his eyebrows. "Little girl, you're brave. Not only do you have the guts to challenge that devil, but you also dare to confront Madam Stewart. Aren't you afraid of losing your life?" Before Lucille could answer, Connor seemed to have thought of something. He lowered his eyes and sighed. "You remind me of someone." "She's a person who never knows how to yield. If she were still alive, she would probably be more vicious than you, which would make Madam Stewart so angry that she would start purging blood!" The corners of Lucille's eyes twitched. Damn it, she was not as exaggerated as Connor had described! Connor did not continue t