"It's nothing, actually she's my sworn sister, so now my sister is truly going to be my daughter, heh heh!"
Isatia still leaned back on the sofa, laughing.
However, at this moment, the door to the manager's office had already been opened.
This spacious office of about a hundred square meters had two doors at the front and back, with the floor made of hundred-year-old oak, inlaid into a Poson-style pattern. At the focal point on the right side, sat a mahogany desk about two meters in diameter, with a pure brass antique oil lamp on top. Besides the leather documents awaiting approval, the desk was already empty.
Beside the stained-glass floor lamp, sat three distinctly different women on the sofa.
At this moment, they all looked dazedly at the suddenly opened door.
Lanci and Talia were similarly stunned, gazing at the three people in the office after opening the door.
