Liana arrived at the door and pushed it open without knocking.
Racia, halfway through a sip of tea, froze. Her eyes widened.
Ah...Here we go… the strict future wife of Young Master. I hope I don't get dragged into trouble.
She set the cup down with both hands before standing and bowing, palm pressed neatly to her left chest.
"Good afternoon, Miss Liana. How may I help you?"
Liana glided past her with effortless poise, her eyes scanning every corner. She checked beneath the table, then peered into the small storage room at the back, not missing a single detail.
"Where is Young Master~?" Liana asked with a perfectly sweet tone, head tilted, but her gaze was direct.
Racia swallowed. Liana's presence was overwhelming, her aura heavy enough to make the air feel tight. "Um… I-I don't know, Miss Liana," Racia stammered, trying her best not to fidget.
