Returning to the mirror, the fox looked at herself and nodded in satisfaction.
"Go check the situation on the top floor, and then come back to inform me."
"Yes, Miss!"
The assistant responded softly, turned around, and walked out the door.
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Top floor.
Phoebe watched as the little one finished the last sip of milk in her arms, smiled, and handed the bottle to the assistant standing beside her.
She lifted the little one upright, gently burping her, and Phoebe turned her face to the assistant.
"Has Mr. Charli arrived?"
"Not yet."
"Get ready, when he arrives, bring him to the terrace on the top floor to meet me."
"Alright."
The assistant took the towel Phoebe handed over, tidied up the items on the floor, and turned to leave, while Phoebe carried the little one to the window side.
"Now that you're full, do you want to play for a while or take a nap?"
The little one smiled at her with a small mouth, reaching out with tiny hands to grasp in the air.
