In front of the office desk.
There was a black-haired woman in a fitting uniform. She had an unusually hot figure, but her eyes and expression were like an iceberg.
The woman stared intently at the blond man's work.
Occasionally, he would look up at the gold watch on his wrist.
"Done!"
The golden-haired man suddenly let out a strange cry.
He slammed his palm on the table, and a large number of scrap papers suddenly flew into the air.
"Two weeks, no, three weeks!
"I'm finally done!"
The black-haired woman glanced at Lorraine's desk.
There was no lack of such titles in the neatly arranged documents on the rightmost side.
"Shocking! Twelve Things That Matthew and the Evil Empress Must Not Say"
" Behind the Meteorite: A Conspiracy from Beyond the Heavens "
"Shouldn't Reincarnate! The contents of what the War God said to me while crying after drinking."
" Girl in Pain: I'm not a Slave to Desire "
