"..." Ella Lacey dropped her little face.
She couldn't stop complaining inwardly. Arthur always enjoyed giving her difficult problems.
Before, she had resources she could rely on.
But, they were no good at this moment.
Indeed, the newspapers didn't mention anything. She had just looked over the information automatically linked from her resources. None of the media outlets reported any problems with Arthur's syndicate.
Perhaps, as Harry had said, it was a secret that very few people knew.
"Ella, what's wrong with you?" Arthur Lindsey noticed her distressed look and became concerned.
"Maybe...I'm a little tired..." Ella touched her thin lips, daring not to meet his eyes.
Understanding, Arthur gently asked, "Could I carry you to the bed next door for some rest, would that be okay?"
"...Okay." Ella only squeezed out a single syllable.
However, Arthur didn't force her to find the reports about his company's troubles.
The topic was set aside for now.
