"Who has so much free time?"
"Is there a lack of idle people in the capital?"
"That's true," a light laughter sounded as the conversation ended.
Lydia sensed the movement on the balcony and walked towards the main hall, her emotions overflowing, feeling the urge to vent, but needing to suppress it.
Investigating her?
Was she scared?
Of course not.
On the contrary, she was somewhat excited.
Hadn't she been waiting for this day? If someone could bring back that information from abroad, it would undoubtedly be advantageous for her.
In the hall, Christopher Robinson was chatting casually with a business partner.
Amelia Cobb was standing beside them, looking at the oil paintings on the wall.
From the corner of her eye, she noticed someone holding a glass of champagne, walking slowly towards her and standing next to her.
Before she could see clearly, she heard a mocking remark.
"You're quite the center of attention today."
