Eleanor felt that there was something wrong with the conversation.
"It's simple, drop that robe". Since she was currently donned in a dirty long robe, he was unable to see her figure. If this woman was going to be the face of the brothel, then shouldn't she be extremely hot?
At that instant, Eleanor's eyes turned hostile, and she couldn't help but glare at the man. "What kind of conversation is this? Who do you think I am?"
A tense atmosphere descended onto the place.
"Wait, I think the Governor is mistaken about you," before her friend could speak anything she would regret in rage, Melissa hurriedly butted in.
"I think there is a misunderstanding, and probably I am at fault here".
"What do you mean?"
She did not explain; instead, she introduced the two of them to each other.
