Hearing such a coquettish question,
Su Wen could not help but laugh.
He looked at Duke Miss's beautiful, noble face. Her calm expression carried a hint of playful affection, yet the joy in her eyes could no longer be concealed.
Duke Miss gently gathered her waterfall-like hair.
But the next second, accompanied by hurried footsteps, Secretary Regina appeared at Angelia's door with more than a dozen members of the transcendent guard.
They wore matching uniforms, carried weapons, and had solemn expressions, as though ready to handle any emergency at any moment.
"Miss!"
There was a trace of tension in Regina's voice.
But when she saw that it was Su Wen, the expression that had initially feared an enemy attack turned somewhat helpless.
The secretary had no standing to reprimand Rhine, the Savior, even though he was absent ninety-nine percent of the time.
So she lowered her raised hand and said to the transcendent guards behind her:
"It's not an enemy attack.
He's one of us.
Return to your positions.
But if you let someone approach Miss's room again without any inspection, not only will you be dismissed, but you will also face the highest level of interrogation by the Russian Federation's Night Watch."
Hearing such a stern warning, Su Wen shrugged. Still, Angelia truly needed protection of this caliber.
From that perspective, Regina had done nothing wrong.
So, after everyone bowed to Duke Miss and departed,
he slowly entered the office and began carefully examining this workspace steeped in the atmosphere of modern aristocracy.
The office was lavishly decorated without losing its elegance.
Elements fitting Siberia's harsh winter style could be found everywhere. Several exquisite oil paintings hung on the walls, depicting the history and landscapes of the northern reaches of Eurasia.
A massive desk stood in the center.
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