"Ugh... That's a scary expression you're making, Ezra. Smooth out your forehead wrinkles."
His hand roughed up the slightly damp napkin again over his lips as Ezra continued to glare fiercely at the suspect who had caused him to be in this mood.
The flustered situation had occurred earlier in the afternoon, just before they arrived at the Mr. Alois' mansion.
Ezra, who was used to relaxing in the flower garden gazebo behind the villa, suddenly spotted Albin walking towards the garden from afar. He straightened his body, knowing that if Albin had arrived, it meant that it was around 4 pm.
