Luther noticed Rosalie's face was a little strange, but he did not know why. He glanced at the phone call and realized his Master had suddenly hung up and walked quickly to Rosalie.

"You didn't bring an umbrella? Where's your car? Master won't come down yet for a while. Let me give you a lift to your car first."

With that, Luther opened the umbrella in his hand.

Rosalie hurriedly stopped him. "No, I'm still waiting for someone."

Hearing this, Luther didn't think much, nodded, and stood beside her.

Rosalie really did not want to see Byron. Thinking that he would not come down for a while, she then looked at the non-stop heavy rain outside, hesitated for a few seconds, and quietly slithered away from Luther.

She has to get out of here before the man comes out.

Just as she was about to step into the rain with one foot, Luther's voice sounded behind her.

"Master, you..."

Luther's voice stopped abruptly, not knowing what happened.

Immediately afterward, Rosalie only felt a coldne