"Young Master, the internal personnel involved have all been sorted out, and a letter has been sent to Father."
Hearing William's words, Milton Cheney gently rubbed his eyebrows.
"Have they paid all the due rent?"
"Some of it has been collected, but several Noble families who run the shops have asked for more time."
"Hmm, I understand."
Milton Cheney replies quietly, implying his comprehension.
There was no denying that the Golden Lion Market that his father, Earl Arthur, had entrusted to him was a mess.
While everything seemed well on the surface, the reality was far from it.
Corruption was rampant among the underlings, and slackers lazed about.
A number of shopkeepers in the market haven't paid their rent for quite a while, too.
These large families could easily afford the rent, yet they still delayed the payment, which was starting to vex Milton Cheney.
