Isla had no other choice but to approach them even though she was a bit awkward as she knew each of them.
Now she finally understood who the spy working for Arthur was in this country.
She guessed the spy was an influential elite, but Rebecca could be said to be above the elite.
"Madam," she said in a low voice as she arrived in front of their table, looking at Rebecca who appeared like a young girl.
Compared to the last time she saw her, she was much more beautiful.
Rebecca stopped leaning on Arthur's shoulder when she arrived. Her eyes gazed at her face for a moment then extended her hand forward.
"Have a seat," she said, a little more friendly but still cold.
Isla naturally sat down, but it seemed she wasn't sure what to say.
She could only be awkward.
Unfortunately, Isla's presence didn't make Rebecca awkward at all.
After a while, she leaned on Arthur's shoulder again, continuing their romance.
