"Yes, I've returned to the country, Master Warner. There's something I really need your help with—"
The deliberately aged glass lanterns in the shop cast a flickering blue and red light on Rosalind White's face, making her look particularly eerie.
A cool breeze happened to blow in from outside the window, and as Master Warner looked at Rosalind's cold and sinister expression, he almost shivered with dread.
"Well... Miss White, actually I haven't done this kind of work in years, I might be a bit rusty... You should find someone else."
Master Warner nervously wiped the sweat off his forehead. Despite the fact that the girl in front of him was young enough to be his daughter, he inexplicably felt afraid.
Even back when Rosalind White was in high school, he had witnessed how beneath the pretty facade of this delicate girl lay terrifying intentions.
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