Seated on the dining table, filled with mouthwatering delicacies, Lydia couldn't help but feel uncomfortable with the environment.
One, she sat closer to Frenado.
Two, The hall was quiet without a single noise.
Three, Her hair was messy without a single order. She looked like someone who fought a battle, and ended up with defeat.
As her anxiety slowly went down—all thanks to the secretary who distracted Frenado with some few words—the door went wide open.
"Good Morning! I Chef Nicolas would p–" Fred jaws dropped when he saw his mortal enemy sitting close to Lydia. With teeth clenched, he spoke, trying to reduce the expression.
"Why did you look shocked?" Frenado asked.
"Of course, why won't I?" Fred replied, not wanting to pay a single attention to him.
However, it changed when a gun appeared. Frenado dropped a gun on the table, although his eyes were fixed on what his secretary was saying.
