27 Sleep Well, My Prey...

12 years later on a Monday,

"Duke, can you turn over a little? I can't comb your hair like this." 

The maid, who looked over 40 years old, said very respectfully as she tried to tie up the long hair of the young man.

"Oh!"

The young man didn't say anything and turned around cooperating with her. He raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror. 

After 12 years, he had changed a lot. That face didn't look cute anymore. Only the coldness had covered his face. The eyes like diamonds were very sharp and stared into his own reflection mercilessly. The sharp nose bridge, bright red beautiful lips and flawless snowy skin had raised this man into a beauty. 

With his hair tied into a high ponytail, his sharp jawline and that handsome face could be seen clearly. The side bangs in the front covered half of his ears. But still, he ended up with a clean and handsome look.

The beauty stared at himself one more time and focused his eyes back on the paper he was reading very seriously.