Although the house was designed with vintage aesthetics, the décor leaned more toward the traditional —as if preserving the quiet luxury of a bygone era long forgotten by the present.
The golden glow of the chandelier wasn't overly bright, yet it cast just enough light to accentuate the faint frown of concern etched between Nigel's brows.
Seeing him like this, the subordinate, standing nearby, didn't dare to speak again.
He didn't know who the man his master had just mentioned was.
But given what he did know —
There weren't many who possessed such capability.
And if someone like that truly existed —
Even he couldn't help but feel a trace of curiosity.
A long moment passed in silence.
When the man finally realized time slipping by, he cautiously spoke, "Master ... are there any changes to the orders?"
He had expected there would be —given the new information they had received.
However, Nigel simply leaned back in his chair, his posture relaxing as he shook his head.
