The Demon Realm has no flowers as delicate and fragile as those in the human world. Rock Johnson loathed these fragile creatures as much as he loathed humans, and he couldn't be bothered to even glance at them as he walked through the garden.
Just as Rock Johnson walked past Abigail, she seemed to suddenly lose her balance, letting out a short, suggestive, and faint scream, before falling gracefully in front of him , no more than a foot from his toes.
Rock Johnson stopped and frowned, looking coldly at the maid lying on the ground.
But then Abigail delicately raised her head, her golden hair drawing a graceful arc in the air. She looked up at Rock Johnson , her expression full of fear: "I'm sorry, Master Parish, I was so clumsy... I don't know what happened, I just lost my balance. Plea
