Adrian rubbed her head and calmly said, "Just talk to him normally and state your purpose clearly. You don't have to try to be charming. Shaquille will find it repulsive."

Caroline nodded. She then climbed a large rock and stood there with her arms crossed in front of her chest. The night breeze pulled at her clothes, and she trembled from the cold air.

Arwen sighed. "I hope you're right about Shaquille. Otherwise, I'll hate myself even more."

As soon as he had finished speaking, lights flickered in the sky. Arwen tensed up and leaned toward Adrian, whispering, "He's coming.”

Caroline asked, "Who are you?"

"I am Shaquille," Shaquille answered coldly, "What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

Caroline’s trembling became even worse, and she involuntarily backed up. She wanted to keep her distance from Shaquille. "I’m here to save Ivory Cloud."

Shaquille laughed. This daughter of his, who was always playing pranks, was finally showing a bit of intelligence. "Okay, I’ll