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"Why didn't you mention this to Shukri and the others?"
"We can talk to them once everyone has arrived, there's no hurry, I haven't finalized the exact number of people yet."
Eyes half-closed, Freya seemed to have thought of something, "Could it be that you've been secretly placing your own people in the company?"
"Who knows? What do you think?"
"I find you more and more inscrutable, Nicholas."
"There's still a lot about me you don't understand."
While they were talking, the carriage came to a stop, and the young coachman opened the door, stepped down, and the familiar smell of coal smoke wafted into their nostrils. Several stray cats scurried by the roadside, and Freya couldn't help but frown, "There seem to be more and more stray cats on the streets lately..."
"More cats mean that the mice are becoming active," Marvin said indifferently. "Do you like cats, Freya?"
"They're okay."
"I see, your birthday is coming next week, right?"
