The Jesseltons... weren't as grand as the Savarys.

"Please wait, I'll go ask my boss if you can come in."

The servant hurried inside but took his time coming back out.

"Please come in, Mister Savary."

Santiago glanced at him and then walked in with his group.

In the living room, Martin greeted Santiago with a smile. "What can I do for you today?"

Santiago went straight to the point. "Where's Saule?"

Martin looked curious. "Saule? Who's that?"

"Don't play dumb, Mister Martin."

Santiago was sharp, and Martin could tell.

"But

brows. "Okay, let

sweat. He knew Santiago must have some reason for coming. Even if it wasn't solid proof, Santiago was

it could be

late. Why don't you stay the night? I can show you around in the

that offer. "Will you let me look around

all his patience, and seeing how Martin was

wiped his forehead and

butler could leave, Santiago's

we're

I.net

the butler, his smile turning cold. He then told his

us around yourself," he added angrily. Martin smiled awkwardly and glared

Martin

a garden, but everything looked

worried as they approached another garden "Mister

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