Accompanying Maya to the bathroom, Bertha was called away.
The actual owner of the villa had returned.
The person looked to be about forty years old, tall and sturdy, with sharp features, an intimidating presence, and a strong aura.
It seemed like he had an unusual relationship with Willy.
"This is Bertha. Doesn't she look even more beautiful in person than in pictures?"
Willy introduced Bertha to the villa owner and then introduced everyone to the owner's identity.
"His name is Liam, he's the third in line, you can call him Third Brother or Third Uncle."
Liam? That name... could it be such a coincidence?
While everyone was greeting Old Master Foster, Bertha was unusually staring intently at him, without blinking.
"Bertha? Bertha!"
It took Willy calling her twice to bring her back to her senses, and she took the opportunity to lean in and whisper to Willy.
"Isn't he also known as... Old Master Foster?"
