'Aren't we here to pick a personal servant for Ms. Zhi Zhi? What is this old long-haired cat doing, calling out his sons?'
And then he saw—
The four young masters of the Hughes family arrived in the reception hall, all dressed in custom-tailored formalwear. It was obvious they had been carefully groomed for the occasion.
The Peacock's hand, holding his teacup, trembled slightly. 'This is wrong. I'm here to help Ms. Zhi Zhi find a personal servant. How did the tone of this meeting change so drastically?'
These Cat Clan males were dressed to the nines. No matter how he looked at it, they didn't seem like they were here to be servants. They looked more like—
Geoffrey suddenly grew anxious. He couldn't stand, but he couldn't sit still either. His mind raced, wondering how he was going to explain this when the Duke returned.
'That while the Duke was away, he had taken Ms. Zhi Zhi all over the city looking for one—or even several—male paramours?'
