Eleanor's POV
Mr. Hans gave a smile that didn't reach his cold eyes. "Well, we must be leaving. It was a pleasure." His gaze swept over us, lingering on me for a moment too long. "I would have loved to stay and chat longer, but you know how it is."
With that, he turned. The woman—his so-called daughter—bowed her head and followed, flanked by his guards, swallowed by the crowd.
The moment they were out of sight, the tension in my shoulders eased by a fraction. Mira let out a low whistle. "Well, that was kinda tense, don't you think?"
Roxy nodded, her brow furrowed. "Yeah. He was giving off a weird vibe I wasn't comfortable with. All that 'high regard' talk felt... slimy."
"And did you see the daughter?" Mira added, her voice dropping. "She didn't buy a single thing. And she didn't carry herself like someone from a wealthy, powerful family. It was more like... fear. Do you think she's being treated badly at home?"
