Chapter 92

The morning at the Grand Duke's manor started with an unexpected guest—Anghar, House Bale's butler. Owen, standing behind the footman who opened the door, scowled lightly.

"Welcome," he greeted, but his disgruntled eyes belied him.

"My apologies for coming without advance notice."

"I'm sure it's an urgent matter. Please, come in."

"Thank you for understanding. I'm here to see Lady Camellia," Anghar said, naturally making his way to the drawing room. He had visited the manor often with Lord Bale and was familiar with the layout. Refusing to sit down—a butler wouldn't dare to wait for the mistress of the house sitting down, he said—he stood in the drawing room facing the door, clutching the thick envelope in his hand like it was a priceless treasure.

Owen hailed a passing maid and instructed her to tell Camellia about the guest. "Lord Claude will be with her, so make sure to tell her quietly."