"You look human."

Fat, ungroomed, and wrinkled.

Luther couldn't believe the image he was staring at.

"Madam likes pretty boys the most! Did her preference change after being transported here?" he wondered. He was certain that Mila fantasized about handsome and pretty faces. He knows Mila would look at his face first before she could fall for his personality.

It was not to demean her, but Luther knew exactly how Mila wouldn't like to sleep with someone who didn't fit her preference.

"Don't tell me she really married him because of his surname? She can just buy a name like how we can buy titles in our world!" Luther grumbled. "Wait! Isn't madam doing well here? She told me she was transported here, not reborn. Then she doesn't have a penny?"

The next file Luther opened was Mila's data. He read Mila's long data sheet with her almost three years' worth of service in their company.