"The Royal hunting won't happen until at least three months from now," Mr. Charles Smith interrupted Victoria and Mrs. Ling's conversation in a timely manner.
"Yes, indeed, with the imminent election, we have to wait until after the Princess ascends to the throne," another lady was immediately carried away by the topic.
Victoria suddenly breathed a sigh of relief as the conversation returned to other matters.
After a while, Victoria went to the restroom.
When she came out and was fixing her clothes in front of the ladies' makeup mirror, suddenly a hand grabbed her wrist from behind and yanked her behind a large vase.
Victoria was startled.
Turning around, she saw that it was Mrs. Ling who had pulled her aside.
"Hello?" Victoria's heart skipped a beat, but she could only greet her simply.
"Mrs. Clegg," Mrs. Ling's chest was heaving violently, "Can you tell me where you saw Milo and Merlin Edvin?"
