qDanrique fell into silence as he heard that. “It does seem that way,” he murmured, his brows creasing.

“Then...”

“That d*mned woman.”

The man clenched his teeth in rage, but his wound began to hurt just as he was about to say anything more.

“It's fine as long as you're aware of what she's like. Don't be fooled,” Sean remarked with concern. “You've never dated anyone before, after all, so it's possible you might fall for her schemes.”

“Kick her out once I've recovered.” Danrique frowned. “Also, get Gordon to keep looking into Francesco's whereabouts.”

“Yes, Sir,” Sean replied with a nod. “I'll get some information from Robin since he's been looking for the same person.”

“Okay,” Danrique answered before slumping into the sofa.

Just then, Robin knocked on the door and entered with a few attendants and a cart full of food.

“Good evening, Mr. Lindberg. It's time for dinner,” said Robin politely. “His Highness has specifically hired a Chanaean chef to prepare you your favorite dishes.”

“Thank you.” Sean hastily welcomed them.

appetite, Danrique greeted Robin casually before

well, I'll

ready

to return with the concoction she had made, and her eyes

their encounter. Robin, on the other

before making her way around

follow her, Robin quickly

“What is it?”

thought she was a young man, but now that

time. Where should I begin? Anyway, why do you

looks a lot like someone I know...” Robin trailed

“Who?”

“Like the daughter of

“Oh.”

stand there!” Robin pestered. “Answer

because she doesn't want anyone to see what her face looks like now. We don't know her name either. She

though he was

relative's last name Felch,

shook his head. “All right, I shan't take up any more of your time. I have to return to

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