In the guest sitting room, Marzea sat fanning herself with a paper fan while Lilian gritted her teeth, "Who is this new girl?" It was utterly unacceptable for Lilian when she had heard that she was not only given access to the Mafia king's living quarters but a room that faced his.
Marzea sighed. She was already tired of answering so many questions, "For what I heard, she comes from Ink Road."
"That place!?" Lilian exclaimed while scrunching her nose at the same time, "I am sure there is a misunderstanding. There is no way Vincent would pick someone from that rat farm."
