"Young Master, sorry to have disturbed you earlier. Are you inside right now?"
The moment the voice reached his ears, he hesitated slightly. It sounded nothing like Ivan's tone. He walked casually toward the door and pulled it open. Standing before him was a young man in his early twenties, his brown hair neatly combed back.
He wore thin-rimmed glasses that gave his face a sharp, serious edge. From the way he dressed, it was clear he wasn't just a servant—he had on a crisp shirt, waistcoat, and a well-tailored coat. Lucian studied him quietly, waiting for the man to speak first.
"You look a little confused," the newcomer said politely. "I'm Ethan, personal assistant to Young Master Cassian."
