Moke keenly noticed Viola's unusual behavior, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a faint, imperceptible smile. Then, he quickly formed a specific hand sign, and his figure vanished into thin air like a ghost.
Viola, who was still dancing gracefully, felt her heart jolt. Her flower-like face changed slightly, but she quickly returned to normal as though nothing had happened.
After all, she had spent several years at Doflamingo's side, weathering hardships and enduring humiliation. She had long since mastered the art of disguise, able to conceal her true feelings flawlessly.
No matter how turbulent or passionate her heart might be, her exquisite, breathtakingly beautiful face could always remain calm and reveal nothing.
When the final dance ended, Viola skillfully found a suitable excuse and departed gracefully.
Her steps were light yet firm as she headed straight toward a secluded, deserted place. Sure enough, Moke was standing there quietly, waiting for her...
Moke knew that, given Viola's personality, she would never miss such an opportunity. When she approached, she elegantly gave him a proper noble's salute and asked softly, "My lord, may I ask why you summoned me? Is there something important you wish to tell me, or some task you wish to assign me?"
To be fair, the hardships of time and the vicissitudes of life had indeed transformed a person's bearing completely. The woman before him, tempered by the world, was practically a different person from the innocent young girl she had once been!
Look at that posture—she had lowered herself into the dust. It was as though the man before her were some great and important figure, and in truth, he was. Not only could he decide her life and death, but he might even have a profound impact on the entire Dressrosa Kingdom