It was the afternoon.
Customers in the coffee shop were leisurely enjoying their tea, the seaside city maintaining its slow-paced vibe.
However, the atmosphere at a seat near the window was oddly tense.
Those two stunningly beautiful young women seemed on the verge of a brawl, drawing curious glances from the gossip-hungry patrons...
"What's your angle here?"
Olivia's voice was icy, laced with a hint of sarcasm.
"Ah, the world?"
"Don't tell me you're still dreaming about reviving some ancient magical empire?"
Tilly chuckled lightly at the remark.
"Of course not. Why would I pine for an empire that enslaved ordinary folks three thousand years ago? I'm not that backward."
"Then what are you saying?" Olivia was even more puzzled.
Her purple eyes grew more intense. "I'm just wondering if you're satisfied with how things are now? A simple yes or no will do."
This patronizing tone irked Olivia.
