The lady wearing a pair of Prada minimal baroque eyewear looked at him for a while before raising her hands and clapping softly in the air. With that, the men in black standing around her moved to stand at a further distance away. They turned around and faced the other direction.
Seth was confused. He did not know what the lady wanted. Looking to his stepfather for assurance, he was shocked to realize that his stepfather, who could basically do anything he wanted in Roslau, was extremely respectful towards her.
Who on earth is this lady? Seth was thinking about it when the lady spoke. Her voice was deep, and her German was not exactly accurate. However, her use of the language was correct. It seemed like she put in quite a bit of effort to learn the language. "You're Seth?"
"Yes." Seth nodded and looked at his stepfather again. However, his stepfather still had his head bowed and stood beside the woman respectfully, like a subordinate.
