In the sunlight, Virginia creeper had climbed over the top of a courtyard wall along Xilin Street. Clusters of small, white, unripe berries slowly dragged the vines down, leaving them dangling over the street. When the round-faced, dark-eyed girl stepped out of the carriage and saw those berries, delight lit up her face.
She had seen them before!
More precisely, she had seen those berries in a daze last night.
Then, next...
Linda Camille looked in this direction.
She immediately spotted Arthur. Delight appeared in her eyes, only to dim a moment later.
Without a doubt, when Yevna Creados Camille had left home, she had told her daughter everything to prevent any unnecessary trouble in the future.
Clearly, Mrs. Camille knew her daughter very well. She had no desire to see the fourth generation of the Creados family become too "pureblooded."
They were not those nobles with "aspirations," after all.
Of course, there were things even Mrs. Camille could not have predicted-
Arthur looked at Linda Camille... no!
More precisely, his young aunt.
The young Medium felt waves of embarrassment wash over him.
Clearly, he still had no idea how to get along with an aunt who was a year younger than him.
Damn you, Old Charlie. What a gentleman-what a pervert-you were!
As that thought crossed his mind, a hint of scrutiny entered Arthur's gaze as he looked at Linda Camille.
Given the Camille family's wealth, it was hardly strange for them to know the Bernice family.
What concerned Arthur, however, was Linda's expression when she arrived. That delight, that relief mingled with anticipation, truly caught his attention.
Still, Arthur did not ask her about it right away.
He had an important client in front of him-
"Mr. Bernice, this isn't a matter of money!"
Looking at Bernice, who