After the car engine was turned on, Christopher Lancelot slowly closed his eyes and began to rest.

“Master Lancelot… Xyla Quest is surrounded by a group of bodyguards lately. Do our people still need to protect her secretly?” Tucker asked as he glanced at Christopher, who sat in the back, through the rearview mirror.

Christopher slowly opened his eyes. He was tapping his thigh gently with one finger. “Yeah…”

“Okay,” Tucker said.

“Has anything bad happened to Xyla recently?” Christopher asked