"You are here?" said a voice that Monna really didn't want to greet in this situation.
Monna turned her body unsteadily.
"Yes, Sir. Can I help you?" Monna asked with decency that she still wanted to keep because she still needed a job and wasn't a future queen who didn't have to worry about her prosperity.
"I looked for you everywhere. Not in the room. And your divisional mate said you were looking for some fresh air in the park."
Whoever it was, Monna didn't want to thank them!
It was useless to hide from the gaze of gossipers. If a source of gossip other than themselves came to her.
It broke the nerves of calm that Monna was trying to fix.
Oh, come on!
What was really going on with this weird guy?
What was the matter of being handsome and stunning? if his personality and mindset wad not right?
Just as accessories and mere spectacle?
Anthonie then conveyed his goal.
