With a respectful bow, the aged Benjamin acknowledged her order, and within moments, Vincent's retinue streamed into the room.
"Madam Clark," Vincent greeted with a respectful inclination of his head, acknowledging Martin with a nod.
Martin's response was a mere nod, yet an underlying tension played across his visage, a telltale sign of the simmering aversion that Vincent's presence evoked.
However, an abrupt widening of his eyes betrayed Martin's astonishment as he took in the sight of Medea.
His gaze swung back to Gloria, an unspoken realization etched in the lines of his face.
It was as though he had gleaned a glimpse of the puzzle that Gloria was assembling, and the implications were impossible to ignore.
"Thank you for fulfilling my request. She is my guest now," Gloria's voice remained calm and measured as she spoke. "You may return to the Headquarters and attend to your master."
