Downstairs, many people were sitting, quietly talking to each other with their heads bowed.
Some wanted to go up to the second floor, but were stopped by the three bodyguards at the stairway. Feeling the situation wasn't right, they gave up the idea and found a place to sit on the first floor.
"Supreme Leader, the person is here," the confidential secretary behind him whispered.
Victor nodded while listening to the song, "Bring them up."
"What do you think of her singing?"
Casare, seated nearby, glanced at their leader. "She sings well and is pretty."
"I quite like girls with tear-shaped moles," Victor joked, "I even specifically looked for an ex-girlfriend with such a mole."
"Oh? I haven't heard about that. And then?" Casare asked like a gossip reporter, while the secretary and bodyguards behind them pricked up their ears.
Victor's gaze was deep, with a hint of nostalgia, "She thought I had no future and ran off with a wealthy man."
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No... no future?
