"I think so. But do they really own that many subsidiary companies?" Erisia whispered back, her eyes moving from Rita to Seliora, who had clearly heard everything and couldn't help but smile wider.
"I wouldn't say that," Seliora cut in, her amber-gold gaze flicking between them. "Our subsidiary companies aren't concentrated in one place. After all, it's said not to place all your eggs in one basket, right?"
Rita nodded quickly. "Oh? Yeah. Yeah, right."
Erisia stared at Seliora, marveling at how young she looked despite being in her late forties. In the story, they'd only mentioned that Kealith's parents looked youthful, but she would never have imagined this. Not only her appearance but her bearing—every word and gesture—was so effortlessly elegant that Erisia felt lackluster by comparison.
What the hell? This was the first time she'd felt this way in either of her lives. And she couldn't help imagining what Kealith must be like if this were his mother.
