In the separate dining room on the second floor, Granneuve was smoking a thick, black cigar, and he commented in a rude way, "A lady musician is surely way better than those chicks who wanted to directly jump on my lap after receiving a couple of gifts from me."
"But… my lord, I don’t think Miss Grace really likes you very much." His closest safeguard whispered to him.
Granneuve was not pissed off, instead, he laughed, "What do you know? This is all about a sense of achievement! You see… conquering a reserved-mannered lady with my own charm, haha!"
"Charm…" The safeguard was speechless. However, as Granneuve’s closest safeguard, he knew that all of Granneuve’s rude behaviors were just his disguise. If he was really good at nothing, how came he became one of the maintainers of the secret order in Sturk.
At that time, Grace came in.
