To be honest, Harry North had followed the big boss for many years and had never seen him .
Before, Harry really thought his master was the type of man who was all about abstinence and only focused on his career!
Yet, who would have thought, it hasn’t been long and the Crown Prince not only had a flash marriage, but also brought this woman back to the castle?!
Why did Harry feel a little pang of jealousy in his heart?
Lucas Knight, dressed all in black, with striking, exquisite features and an innate nobility, had such a commanding presence that he was like an emperor.
He cradled the petite woman in his arms, paused, and cast a cold glance at Harry: "From today onwards, in Platinum Castle, her words are my words."
She, of course, referred to Eva Nightingale.
"..." Everyone was trembling with fear.
Lucas Knight continued, "Make it known that everyone in the entire castle must treat her like the Young Madam."
"Yes—" Even if Harry was full of questions, he dared not defy the Crown Prince’s orders.
He used to not like women, but now he likes them too much. What could be done about this?
Eva Nightingale lifted her head from Lucas Knight’s embrace: "Are you... the, the Crown Prince?"
The very head of the Knight Clan, the legendary Crown Prince who inspired such fear—Lucas Knight?!
Eva felt a bit anxious: "Um, please put me down. Really, you don’t need to serve me, I can take care of myself..."
He curved his lips, tilted her small face up, and commanded, "Baby, you are the Young Madam, of course you should be served. That’s an order."
"Shall we first take a bath, do some ’evening exercise,’ and then come out for some food, how about that?"
Eva Nightingale: "E-Evening exercise?"
He said coldly, "Have you heard of morning exercise?"
As the name implies, they’re similar. Besides, it’s nighttime now, so what else would you call it if not evening exercise?
"No..." Eva’s face turned a bit red, and her head was forcefully pressed back into his arms, unable to move.
Inside the castle with its European architectural style, was glittering with gold and jade.
Every item was a top-notch collectible, each one a priceless treasure. This castle was a palace, and a casual glance from Eva revealed its overwhelming luxury.
Soon, Lucas Knight took Eva to the open-air bathtub on top of the castle, which was larger than a common swimming pool, with a panoramic view.
Lucas Knight set her down: "What would you like to eat?"
"..." Eva hadn’t yet recovered from the shock.
"Manchu Han Imperial Feast, do you like it?" His voice was cool and magnetic, irresistibly enticing.
"..." Eva’s pupils dilated; the Manchu Han Imperial Feast, a lavish spread encompassing all types of delicacies, a genuine royal banquet.
No exaggeration, many dishes involved endangered species, eating them could land you in prison for the rest of your life.
Also, the Manchu Han Imperial Feast takes three days to finish... thinking about it exuded grandeur, as if eating not just food but pure extravagance.
How could he bear to?
"Don’t like it?" The man asked, then opened his earpiece to instruct, "Cancel the Manchu Han Imperial Feast and prepare a seafood banquet!"
From the earpiece came the voice of the housekeeper, Mrs. Fang: "Your Highness! Don’t you avoid eating seafood? Remember, when you were young... you were allergic every time you ate it?"
Lucas Knight replied with only a few words: "Am I in charge, or are you?"
With so much unnecessary talk, who is the master of this castle?
He doesn’t eat it, but can’t he have it prepared for his wife?!