Meanwhile, on the second floor, Hilda was discussing business with a girl whom Gara would definitely recognize if they met.
"How about the terms we proposed, Miss Lysa Fenris?"
In front of Hilda sat Lysa Fenris —the only daughter of Alpha Fenris— poised, elegant, and serious.
Her young age didn't stop her from earning enough trust to negotiate business matters with outsiders.
"We—"
Thump.
Lysa flinched. Her heartbeat suddenly sped up, her chest tightening as heat surged through her body.
"Are you alright, Miss Fenris?" Hilda asked, worried as she watched the young werewolf clutch her chest in pain.
Instead of answering, Lysa abruptly left the VIP room. The lively chatter of Alrova Drink Shop customers greeted her the moment she stepped out.
But her eyes were fixed on the staircase leading to the third floor. Her wolf voice urged her toward it.
"Miss Fenris!"
Before she could step forward, Hilda touched her shoulder. "The third floor is for staff only."
