Chapter 118: Lanci's Talent in Tea Ceremony_1

In the spacious, three-tiered atrium filled with intertwining natural wood and stone, the dark home furnishings complemented this serene and elegant setting.

On one side of the hall, the meeting area with its lavish settee and lowly coffee table, adorned by the soft light from several floor lamps, appeared to slow time, creating an indescribable sense of harmony.

At this moment, the three guests seated on the sofas were none other than the offspring of the great nobility of the Hutton Kingdom.

As they sat there quietly waiting, their presences were akin to the most privileged guests in the box seats of a concert, imposing even in stillness.

"Prince Aynor, Miss Hyperion, Countess Sofia, so it was you three who were the friends Lanci kept talking about."

Lawrence bowed respectfully, a demure gesture.

Clearly, Lawrence recognized frequent guests like Prince Aynor, as well as the daughter of Duke Migaya.