John looked away, smiling.
He walked to the table in the dining room.
John looked at the delicate little steamed buns on the white porcelain plate.
"You even know how to cook?" He smiled and asked.
Salefani's delicate face reddened slightly.
"I'm just a little interested in cooking.
"I experimented and learned on my own.
"Please forgive me if the food isn't good," she said timidly.
She lowered her head shyly and touched the hem of his apron.
Seeing this, John's smile grew wider.
Even Hamlet, who had always been very serious, seeing Salefinne like this, couldn't help but laugh too.
After breakfast.
John sat on the sofa near the French window.
He read the information Victoria had collected.
These pieces of information were basically all information regarding the underground spokesperson, Rayast.
Only a small portion of it was information on the important figures under the Rayast Corporation.
