"Have you lost your mind? What if they catch you and ask you about the new scent or any new product you have in the market? Do you really think you can survive lying to the youngest prince?" Elliana looked at him, and Marcello hummed.
He slid the glass door and sat inside the room.
"Well, in that case, I won't lie. I'll just tell them the truth," he said, looking between Dexter and Elliana.
"By the way, you never mentioned how you know about the royal spies," Marcello drank the juice as he motioned for Elliana to drink the lemon juice she had asked about.
Elliana paused in her actions. It didn't take a genius to understand that Marcello was suspicious of her.
She leaned back in her seat.
"Will you believe me if I say your youngest masked prince has been hovering around me in the University I study?" Elliana chose the safe path, directly using the boss's name.
