Frode tapped lightly on the desk with his fingers, his gaze somewhat solemn.
It had been almost three days, and there still hadn't been any news from Angel; he had no idea how things were going.
Frode was a bit worried. Could there have been some kind of accident?
"Sir? Lord Tyson?"
Frode snapped out of his deep thoughts only to see a strikingly beautiful woman by his side. She appeared to be in her thirties, slight wrinkles beginning to form at the corners of her eyes, adding to her allure. She wore a long dress embroidered with dark red roses and dark green vines on a golden fabric, and a red gold-encrusted crown on her head, exuding elegance and luxury.
Frode pressed his brow and apologized, "It's you, Monroe. When did you arrive? I was deep in thought just now and didn't notice."
The visitor was none other than the City Lord of Originheart City, Monroe.
