Click—!
"Let's go."
"Yes, Master."
At his command, the limousine smoothly pulled away from the curb.
The man seated in the back didn't say another word, and the butler at the wheel drove in silence, calm and composed as ever.
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.
A few minutes passed.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, the butler caught something unusual in the rearview mirror—his master was smiling.
His eyes widened slightly.
It had been years since he'd seen that expression.
Not since the Lady of the Evans household had passed.
Overcome with curiosity, the butler hesitated for a moment before finally speaking, keeping his tone respectful.
"Master... you seem to be in good spirits today. Did your meeting with the Young Master go well?"
There was a pause.
The man in the back slowly turned his head, his crimson eyes narrowing like a predator's. There was a chill in the air. The butler instantly regretted speaking.
He had overstepped.
He knew it.
