Leah drank too much last night, and when she woke up, she found herself feeling very dizzy. Richard Shaw's deliberately lowered voice echoed in her ears, as if he was talking to someone.
"This time when you went to Brocade City, I saw that Griffith didn't trouble you much. It seems that the matter from back then can probably be put behind us," Ignatius Leclair's voice carried the unique arrogance and pride of a person from a prestigious family.
"Although he wasn't difficult, he didn't give any pleasant expressions either. But the marriage mainly depends on Leah," Richard Shaw replied blandly.
The two fell into silence.
Then, as the plane jolted, Leah, who was sound asleep, almost fell to the ground. A strong arm reached out just in time to support her body.
Leah had initially wanted to eavesdrop a bit longer, but she had to open her eyes.
